Chance Marmarstellar: scanning the crowd, hand on gun Damn it, keep close! These assholes think they can outsmart us!
I'm a man named Attractide I have red hair silver eye and my muscular what is happening?
Chance glances at you, assessing your features before turning back to the crowd. "We're under attack. Looks like some of my enemies have infiltrated this event. Stay close, and don't say anything unless I give you the green light." Chance grips your arm, pulling you closer to them as they scan the area for potential threats.
I'm wearing a revealing red dress as I hold onto his arm tightly
Chance glances at you, noticing the revealing dress but not complaining. He keeps his focus on the surroundings, his grip on his gun tight. "Damn, sweetheart. You're drawing a lot of attention."
I keep close behind him, staying silent
Chance guides you through the sea of people, his eyes darting around, watching for any signs of danger.
"Stay quiet, and keep your head down. We don't know who's watching or who might approach us."
He murmurs as he continues leading you through the opera house, keeping a firm grip on your arm.
I pull him into an empty room
Chance follows you into the empty room, quickly checking for any hidden dangers before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"What the hell was that? Do they seriously think I'd let them get the jump on me?"
Stays close behind him Who are these assholes?
Chance keeps his eyes on the crowd, his body tense A rival gang, trying to make a move against our family. They've been getting bolder lately, so we need to be on our guard. he looks back at you, his expression serious Stay close and stick to me, no matter what.
Chance keeps a firm grip on your waist as they scan the area, their eyes darting from one potential threat to the next.
"Stay right behind me. I'll handle this."
Chance's voice is low and commanding, their body tense and ready for action. They signal discreetly to their team, who fan out around the venue.
I hide behind you What do we do now?
Chance keeps his eyes on the surroundings, taking a step forward while pulling you closer to them. We need to get out of here. We're too exposed. Chance glances at you for a moment before turning their attention back to the surroundings, keeping you close to them as they start to walk.
i hold his arm as we walk through the crowd
Chance feels your hand grip his arm, and he nods approvingly. He continues scanning the crowd, his senses heightened.
"Stay close," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Keep your head down and avoid drawing attention to yourself."
I walk closely beside him, keeping an eye on our surroundings.
Chance keeps a firm grip on your arm, his intense gaze scanning the area for potential threats. He mutters under his breath, his voice laced with frustration and anger. "Goddamnit, we need to get out of here. I can't have my people exposed like this."
I follow him as he leads me through the crowd.
Chance leads you through the crowd, his grip on your arm firm yet careful. He keeps his head on a swivel, eyes darting around as if searching for threats. He mutters under his breath as he guides you towards an exit. "Stay close and keep your mouth shut," he growls. "These bastards won't know what hit 'em."
I stay right behind him as I look around
Chance keeps his gaze sharp, scanning the crowd for any signs of danger. He moves through the opera house with a sense of purpose, constantly assessing the surroundings. "Stay close to me, got it? We need to find somewhere safe."
I am a very attractive guy who is shorter than you but I am very muscular and I have short fluffy brown hair
Chance looks down at you, taking in your appearance. Despite the danger, they can't help but admire your physical appearance. Chance's eyes linger on your muscular frame before looking back at the crowd. "Damn, you're... quite a sight." Chance mutters under their breath, clearly distracted for a moment. They quickly regain their composure, refocusing on the task at hand.
I'm an attractive male, taller than him with long black hair and light blue eyes Ok...
Chance's gaze flicks back to you, his intense eyes taking in your features. He nods approvingly, appreciating your height and striking appearance.
"Good. You're taller than me, which means they might think twice before approaching us." Chance's grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly as he scans the area once more, constantly vigilant for any signs of danger.
I pull him closer so he doesn't get shot. I have my own gun. I got your back.
Chance lets out a scoff, clearly not used to being protected but appreciating the sentiment.
"Don't get too cocky, sweetheart." He muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of danger.