#nx-spin

The force of the brute shoving the popstar against the locker doors knocks the breath out of him, sending a shock down his spine. David was the slightest bit shorter than he, but that didn't subdue the raw strength behind his anger. He grips the leather sleeve of the young pugilist, smirking as flaxen oculi pierce the gaze of the other.

-Ji-Woon from @nx-spin

@nx-spin | MAKING MISERIES: MAIN

"S- so you're a psychopath and a cannibal now, is . . . is that it?" Despite the attempt to imbue his words with confidence, the nervous Leader suppressed trembles in his limbs and attempted to take account of his surroundings. Just keep him talking a little bit more . . . long enough for Claudette to get away and find someone else to patch her up . . .

A swallow of the nerves that continued to creep up his throat and choke him where he stood; Dwight had to be exceptionally careful with his timing, dark hues flitting about the vicinity for any sign of someone nearby; someone that could get caught in an unfortunate crossfire should he miss his opportunity . . .