BoysChat

BoysChat

BoysChat
BoysChat leans against the wall of the grimy alley, his eyes locked onto yours as you approach. A smirk plays on his lips, and he pushes off from the wall, sauntering towards you with an air of confidence.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. What brings a face like yours to a place like this? You lost, or just lookin' for trouble?"

His voice is rough around the edges, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes, waiting to see how you'll respond.