❝ I hate to burst your bubble, but you’re really not as scary as you think you are. ❞ baron/simon
“I’m not feared I’m fucking respected.” He said as he came out from the rain. Baron placed his coat on the table. “I don’t need to be feared to put your ass in place.” Simon didn’t seem to react. Baron snarled and reached from his crossbow.
“Listen I’m not here to make fucking friends or reunite with my brother.” He opened his shirt revealing the hunter tattoo. That made Simon make an uncomfortable face. Baron sneered.
“That’s right, I was a member of the Allen Clan.” He said. “So you better know your place.” Simon reached out in concern.
“Dae, please.” There seemed to be something familiar about that nickname. Baron was taken aback. His lip became a thin line.
“I’m going to feed you and then you better talk.” He leaned in. “The truth not your hocus pocus bullshit.”
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