Donovan & Hunter
“I don’t wanna do this,” Donovan spoke in a hushed tone, paranoid that he might be heard. He was tugging nervously at his blue hair, fingers tapping lightly against the tight black jeans that clung to his incredibly thin physique.
His companion, Hunter, turned to him with a glare. “If you’re too chickenshit to do the job, you should’ve told me before we got here. It’s too late to back out now.” Shoving a finger in the younger man’s chest, he leaned close, invading his space. “Besides, I gave you plenty of chances to pay back what you owe me. This is your last shot, so don’t fuck it up.”
Donovan gulped and nodded, eyes wide with fear.