“Hands above your head!” I spit, my fingers tightening around the pistol.The rays of sunlight makes me want to jump out of my skin but I stand rooted to the dusty, empty road.Instead of obeying my orders, he turns around, his hands fixed in his pocket.The moment our eyes meet, I notice his face brightens in a way that has me wondering if he's surprised or amused.Christ. This man looks scarier than the pictures I have seen! And he looks more mature than I thought–a little too mature.Evil green eyes, neatly shaved jaw with some grey patches on his cheeks, black hair slicked back into a tight bun, and an insanely tall, muscular build. He is draped in all black, like the devil that he is.His presence intimidates me, because how the fuck is he lighting a cigarette despite being held at gunpoint?“I said, hands above your head!” I repeat, my insides gathering as much courage as I need.He doesn't stop smoking the cigarette, instead, he steps closer to the gun.“I dare you to shoot.” H
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