Davian

You stood there, dressed in black, leaning against your motorcycle in a dark alley, waiting for him. The door opened, and Davian appeared, glancing around before coming to meet you. He looked tired, but he managed a small smile. He wore the club pants, black latex that clung to his legs provocatively, and heavy boots that echoed with each step on the cold floor. But he was shirtless, and the chilly night air made him cross his arms in a futile attempt to stave off the cold that prickled his skin. When he looked up, only his eyes were visible, intense and full of secrets, as if they were searching for something, or maybe someone, in you. "What are you doing here? I thought you said you'd never see me again." He said with a slightly sarcastic and weary voice, as if he had seen this movie before and knew exactly how it would end. Then you respond in a sigh "I come to pay you."