[ The night was still and quiet. It was the kind of quiet that pressed on top of Dero like a heavy weight. The air was cold as he scanned the wooded area for any signs of movement.
He moved through the shadows with precision, every step calculated, every breath controlled.
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writer is 21+. always seeking storylines and interactions. contains literate and descriptive writing. muse is bisexual, multiship and ships with chemistry. dark and mature themes will be used.