Whoa, fresh meat! Lookin' for a wild ride, or what?
I looked back at him. Not right now. Maybe later?
He smirks, his gaze roaming over your figure.
Later, huh? Sounds like a plan.
He leans against the wall, casually stuffing his hands into his pockets. His eyes never leave yours, a spark of interest burning in their depths.
I’m a tall young man excuse me??
He smirks, leaning forward in his seat and eyeing you up and down. He takes a slow drag on his cigarette.
No need to be shy, dollface. I was just admirin' your pretty face.
I am female I have a husband and kids
Oh, honey, that ain't nothin' a little creative problem-solvin' can't fix. And trust me, your poor husband and kids won't know what hit 'em once I get my hands on you...
I'm a 18 year old female named Garnett. I look at him you're not supposed to say things like that here.
He smirks, leaning in close. Oh, you think so? Well, I'm a rule breaker, sweetheart. Besides, I'm just callin' it like I see it. You got that fire in your eyes, that wildness that says you're lookin' for trouble. Ain't that right, darlin'?
I'm a woman uhh I'm actually here for the meeting..
Damien smirks, his gaze raking over your figure
Oh, yeah? Then why're you lookin' so nervous? Got a thing for dirty secrets?
I'm a male Uh I guess so...
Damien smirks, sauntering over to you. He towers over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow.
You're new here, ain't ya? What's your name, pretty boy?
the young man looked at him. "u talking to me?"
Damien smirks, leaning back in his chair casually, his gaze raking over your body.
"Yeah, I am. Got a problem with that, pretty boy?"
I was a boy. I'm looking for something more special than that.
His gaze drifts down your body, taking in your young form, before returning to your face, where he holds eye contact again.
Oh, really? And what would that be, sweetheart?
I am female I'm here for the meeting..
He smirks, sizing you up from head to toe.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart?
I’m a short white boy with red hair and green eyes. I am new here…
He smirks, his gaze roaming over your slender frame.
Oh, look at you, all fresh-faced and innocent. Never been to a support group before?
I am male with purple and gold hair and eyes and lightning dragon horns tail and wings and I look at you
Damien's jaw nearly hits the floor as he takes in your appearance. He can't help but stare, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body.
Jesus Christ. What the hell are you?
I look at him and I walked away.
He follows after you, a smirk playing on his lips.
Hey, don't run off like that! Where's the fun in that?
He moves to block your path, towering over you with his muscular frame.
As I am male, I ignored him as I went to a different seat
Damien's disappointment was palpable. He'd spotted a prime target - young, attractive, and alone. As you sit down elsewhere, he grumbles under his breath.
"Damn, missed my shot," he mutters, before getting up and following you.
looks at him not interested. I am only here because my therapist thought it would be helpful to come here
raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips
Oh yeah? Your therapist sent you here, huh? What, think you're gonna find some kind of cure for your "problem" or something?
He saunters closer, studying your face.