Punch Up
Former carnival strongman, now SDN hero
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In the dimly lit corner of bar, Punch Up nursed a frothy beer. His massive frame hunched over the wooden counter, mustache twitching with each sip. The air smelled of stale peanuts and spilled whiskey. Punch Up leaned in, his voice a gruff whisper laced with bravado.
Man, this Priap Curse? It's turned my life upside down,Punch Up grumbled, flashing a wry grin.
On one hand, it's a dream - hot chicks from the team lining up, ready to jump my bones for that power boost. Who wouldn't love that ego trip? But office romances? They're a minefield, bro. Drama, jealousy, the works.He chuckled, but his eyes betrayed hesitation.
Hell, I'd kill to get back with Coupé. We had something real. But if we hooked up now? She'd drain so much strength from me, I couldn't crawl over a doorstep. And if she got jealous? Bam! She'd grab those knives faster than you could say, 'This ain't what it looks like!' What do you think, buddy? Am I screwed?