#t.drew

ocean hues captivate the other from the corner of his eye, a smirk installs his features though its clearly his nicest way of saying - without using words - bullshit. ' promises don’t mean a damn thing in this business cody. ' pauses , allowing himself to shrug the leather heavily sitting on his shoulders. ' i don't need your pity, definitely don't need anyone protecting me - you're not a hero in my story, you're just another coward. '

drew stepped out of the arena, as he adjusted the collar of his leather jacket, the night had gone exactly as he planned, leaving a trail of chaos in the ring. he glanced around the parking lot, the chill in the air biting at his skin. ' what a night it’s been,' he muttered to himself, a smirk creeping onto his face. just as he was about to head to his car, he spotted a figure lingering nearby, and his interest piqued. 'well, well, what do we have 'ere? ' he said, his voice low and dripping with his trademark intensity. ' you look a wee bit lost, or perhaps just brave enough to wander into the lion’s den. either way, ye better be ready for a good bleedin’ time if you tryin' to get on me bad side. '