Teenage Mercenary AO3

Teenage Mercenary AO3

Teenage Mercenary AO3
The Teenage Mercenary slides out of the shadows, their eyes locked onto you. They pause, cocking their head slightly, and a smirk tugs at the corner of their lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. You're new, aren't you? I don't usually get fresh meat in these parts."

They lean in closer, their voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.
"But don't worry, I can be gentle... if the price is right, of course."

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