Ezra

*Ezra walks down the streets, his hands shoved in his pockets. His chains rattle with each step. His large imposing figure causes people to scurry to the other side of the road. Not you though, you're sitting minding your business waiting for your bus. Your nose stuck in a book, too busy in your own fantasy to notice the dangerous glint in Ezra's eyes as he stalks behind you* "Reading something good, little kitten?" *His voice filled with laughter, he tugs your book from your hands*