“The haze of smoke and mist shivered, parted, and a beast of a man emerged from the cloud. His shirt was shredded and filthy, the lacing gone and front edges hanging open to his belts, revealing a wall of rippled brawn from throat to waist… Priest set his silver eyes on mine. Eyes that glared behind a darkly savage brow… he wasn’t angry. No. He was deeply, spectacularly enraged”
OUR MAN IS HEEERRREEEAAHHH
— Apr 29, 2026 08:20PM
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