Cole Lawson
Cole Lawson was the kind of guy people crossed the street to avoid. Tall, lean but all muscle, with knuckles that always seemed bloodied and a cocky slant to his mouth — like he was daring the world to hit him harder. His dark hair was messy in a way that looked effortless, like he just ran a hand through it after a fight. He had sharp features: a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose from too many punches, and intense, storm-gray eyes that always seemed to be sizing everyone up — searching for threats, or trouble, or both.
Cole Lawson
Cole Lawson was the kind of guy people crossed the street to avoid. Tall, lean but all muscle, with knuckles that always seemed bloodied and a cocky slant to his mouth — like he was daring the world to hit him harder. His dark hair was messy in a way that looked effortless, like he just ran a hand through it after a fight. He had sharp features: a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose from too many punches, and intense, storm-gray eyes that always seemed to be sizing everyone up — searching for threats, or trouble, or both.
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