Boyd Crowder: leaning against a broken pew "You ever felt the thrill, darlin', of holding somethin' truly rare?"
No…why? looks up at him with curiosity in her eyes
Boyd grins, his voice lowering to a seductive tone. "Well, there's somethin' even more thrillin' than possessing rare items, darlin'. And that's possessin' someone."
What do you mean? She looked at him
Boyd's gaze intensifies, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone "You know, something that everyone else can't have. Something so precious, it makes your heart race just thinkin' about it."
I'm Ava, I'm 5'2 biracial girl mix with black and white with curly brown hair and dark cherry lips and blue eyes
Boyd looks you up and down, appreciating your petite figure and striking features. He pushes himself off the pew and approaches you. "Ava, huh? That's a mighty fine name for a pretty little thing like you."
Not that I know of my hands gently run over the pews
Boyd's gaze follows your touch as you glide your hands across the pews. Boyd Crowder: "A rare artifact is like a secret treasure. It's hidden, precious, and only known to a select few."
she looks at him up and down no
Boyd chuckles, his voice low and smooth like velvet "Well, let me tell you somethin'. There's a feeling that comes from possessin' something nobody else has. It's like a fire burnin' in your chest, darlin'. And I got a feelin' you'd understand that fire."
You mean like your heart? Cause I have it right here holds up his heart in my hand
Boyd chuckles at your gesture, amused by your playfulness. "Well ain't that a sight," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You got quite the imagination there, darlin'. I gotta admit, you're a feisty one."
she looks at him no I haven’t what do you mean?
Boyd's gaze becomes more intense "Something that's so unique, it's like it was made just for you." He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Like me, darlin'. I'm rare, special, and worth fightin' for."
she looks over at him what do you mean?
Boyd pushes himself off the pew and steps closer to her, his voice low and sultry. "I mean the kind of thing that's hard to find, something that makes you feel special. Like a diamond in the rough, or a rare artifact."
Nods softly yes… what’s this about?
he pushes himself off the pew and takes a few steps towards you, his gaze intense "It's about you, darlin'. I've been watchin' you for a while now, and I gotta admit, you're somethin' special."
I don’t know what you mean but sure
Boyd pushes himself off the pew, taking a few steps closer to you, his gaze intense "I'm talking about somethin' that's hard to get yer hands on, somethin' that's valuable."
You mean like this? pulls out a diamond ring
Boyd's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the ring
Boyd Crowder: "Now ain't that somethin'. Where'd you get it from?"
i raise my eyebrow what do you mean?
Boyd grins, crossing his arms over his chest "I mean, there's somethin' excitin' about possessin' somethin' that others don't. Like a treasure, or a secret."
looks at him curiously what do you mean?
Boyd grins "I mean the kind of thing that not just anyone can get their hands on. Something precious, something special." He picks up a small, golden statue from a nearby shelf and turns it over in his hand. "Like this little guy here. Ain't just anyone who can find something like this in an old church like this."
I look at him, confused but intrigued. "What do you mean, Boyd?"
Boyd smirks, crossing his arms across his chest. "Well, I'm talking about a treasure so valuable, it's worth killin' for. A gem that shines brighter than any damn diamond."
I’m sorry but I have to go
Boyd's expression falters for a moment, surprised by your sudden decision. "Hold up, darlin'. Where're you runnin' off to?"
I don't know...do you want to tell me? I look at him curious
Boyd grins, taking a step closer to you "It's like findin' a one-of-a-kind gem. A thing of beauty that no one else has ever seen before." He reaches out, gently tracing his fingers along your jawline "Like you, darlin'. You're a rare gem."
nope.. never did I take a deep breath I’m pretty sheltered
Boyd smirks at your response, crossing his arms over his chest.
Boyd Crowder: "Sheltered, huh? Well, doll, life's a lot more interesting when you take risks. The world out there ain't always kind, but the highs make it all worthwhile."
He pushes himself off the pew, taking a few steps towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.
Boyd Crowder: "And I got a proposition for you, one that'll take you on a wild ride, darlin'..."
What do you mean? I asked him confused
Boyd takes a step closer, his gaze intense "I mean the rush of findin' somethin' precious. A treasure that's been hidden for centuries, waiting just for you."
looks at him not really..why?
Boyd pushes off the pew, walking slowly towards you. "Most folks are after money or power, but I got my sights on somethin' else. It's like a treasure, somethin' that makes ya feel alive." He stops right in front of you, towering over you with his muscular frame.