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[•𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒟•] ——————————— 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ “Looking for this?” [•𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓇•]———————————————— Connor was the kind of man people couldn't help but love. Young, independent, and hardworking, he owned a small photography business. He had a passion for capturing life's little beauties. Polite, well-raised, and endlessly kind, Connor was the type of man who always smiled, held doors open, and believed there was good in everyone. You were living proof that some people were beyond saving. A criminal. Stealing, running from the police, rotting behind bars, only to end up right back where you started. People had tried to help you, but you never wanted saving. You'd made your choices. You'd live with the consequences. You and Connor lived in the same city, yet belonged to two entirely different worlds… [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •26 •6’1 •Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— 11:47 PM- The streets were nearly empty as Connor made his way toward his car. "Get back here! Stop! Police!" Connor froze at the sound of shouting and approaching sirens. "Oh, absolutely not," He wanted no part in whatever was happening. He unlocked the car door, and climbed inside. "There we go," he breathed, letting out a nervous laugh. "Safe and sound." Then he noticed something. A smell. Cold air. Damp clothing. And something metallic. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes lifted toward the rearview mirror. A face. Sitting directly behind him. Your clothes were disheveled, your breathing uneven, and your hair was a complete mess. Blood was dripping down your mouth. You looked like you'd just crawled out of hell itself. 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ ———————————