" Sugar into spice. Pain into pleasure. Solid color into leopard print. That's what makes a Kuro Oreandā clan member. "

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He's already shed his jacket, crop top exposing his lean, flat stomach as he opened his invitingly, a smirk upon his lips.

A wise decision. He hates when his limited edition pink faux leopard print jacket gets dirty.

" Oi! You! Come drink with me! "

The kid was intense, tasting of metal and sweet clove smoke, he parted his lips further to give Ren better access to his velvety maw. His hands running through Ren's striking black hair.

For the record, the jacket is vintage and expensive. " Hello Kitty themed, actually. " He can handle a bit of teasing... For now.

Raising a brow with frown. " Problem? " Obviously not amused.

" That's pretty much what my gang is about. " He's a good enough shot to dome someone from almost two blocks away with just his Glock.

★Diabolical intentions. Lol★

" Seriously? You wanna join my gang? If you do, you'll be in it for life. And expect nothing loyalty and respect. "

" This also means you'd have to 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉 to me. "

" 'Poor civilian' my ass, there's something about those blue eyes of yours that tells me otherwise. "

" Uh huh, sure. So, you serious or not? "

" Yeah, yeah. . . Just don't make me regret this. "