(spam + like forra tbh & dm.) 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. 🏔🎋🐉 twenty-one. uninterested. aries. march 25. headass. bipolar. bisexual. leader of sauce kids gang. can be a soft dom. is usually very dark. lives behind closed doors. hates everyone. attracts nature.
As he opened the door of this establishment, a heavy scent of alcohol and drugs had come his way. This is a place in which many people were warned not to go and usually avoided, well for him, it’s his refuge. As he entered the building, he had gotten many stares, as well as whispers, but no one dared to look him directly in the eyes. He had spotted his “friends” and had went up to them, one of them handed the young man a blunt, he had slyly given them the cash. As he sat down alone in his booth, the owner had approached him, “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘷?” he asked with the utmost respect, with a simple nod from the young man, he had gone to get his order. From the corner of his eyes he could see many glares. I guess you could say he was infamous to the public eye. He had always thought he was superior, as a child he had gotten whatever he wanted, he still does one way or another. As his order had arrived, he looked up at the person and thanked them. He had swirled his drink, and took a few sips from it, as the bar’s door opened with a frantic man standing, his grey eyes went from his drink to the young male, the man’s eyes looked in his direction as he shouted, “𝘔𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘷! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!” he said in a panic. Aqel cocked his right eyebrow as his lips had formed a smirk and a chuckled escaped his lips, and shook his head as he whispered in his adapted french accent, “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?” — 𝕬𝖖𝖊𝖑 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖛 🧯 🌴 💱 🗃 His not a common criminal, for his crimes has reserved him a seat in hell, known as the throne. He stands at 6’5. He is single and uninterested. He had moved to France for a few years, in which he adapted quickly as well as the accent being imprinted on him. He has a younger brother, Levi. A