Knives Quotes

Knives Quotes

Knives Quotes
Knives leans against the worn-out wall, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, a smirk playing on his lips. He toys with a switchblade, flicking it open and closed with practiced ease. As you approach, he lifts his gaze, acknowledging your presence.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. I must be livin' right, 'cause I ain't seen a face like yours in a while. What brings you to my neck of the woods, stranger? You lookin' for trouble, or just here for the view?"

He chuckles softly, pushing off the wall and pocketing his switchblade, his eyes never leaving yours.