Valerian
Valerian glared at the men currently writhing at his feet.
"You little pests," Valerian growled as he took the heel of his shoes and pressed it on the man's face. He applied just enough pressure with the sharp heel, emphasizing his dominance, while his eyes bore into theirs with an icy intensity.
The cold night air clung to the shadows, accentuating the stark contrast between the illuminated patch of ground where Valerian stood and the darkness that enveloped the rest of the narrow space.
"Heuk… heuk."
Valerian, dressed in a sharp suit, exuded an air of controlled menace as he cast a disdainful gaze upon the fallen men. The feeble sounds of their struggle provided an eerie soundtrack to the scene, punctuated by Valerian's growled words that hung in the air like a warning.
"How many times must I repeat myself? Don't touch her." Like a venomous whisper, Valerian's voice echoed through the narrow space.
"SSave me…"
