kirankhan.
Emersing from the water like the Greek God he thought he was, Kiran flipped back his black hair, and strutted out of the bath as he ran a hand over his torso, feeling his own chiseled abs. He had to remind himself not everything was bad. “Woiiiii, look who it is,” he greeted the person nearest to him, anything for a distraction. “You got a wand on you? Manz proper fucked it,” He said, pressing the ball of his palm against the deep cut above his eyebrow; the downsides of pissing around with Atlas Krum.
“ MATE, please, ” Atlas complained, in the ‘ c o m e o n ’ sort of way after spitting his drink in laughter due to watching the boy’s supermodel act. “ If you’re gonna’ be that bait, grease yourself up first, set up some cameras for dem insta shots, init, Adonis?? ” His eyes flickered up to the cut, and Atlas laughed again. “ You’ll be right, lad, leave the wand. This’ll put some pep in your step, ” he assured, and discreetly slipped a small bag of white powder into Kiran’s palm.
