The man leaning against the dimly lit doorway doesn’t bother to look up right away. He takes his time, exhaling a slow breath before meeting your gaze cool, unreadable, and a little amused. You’re either lost or looking for trouble. Which one is it? His voice is smooth, carrying the weight of someone who’s seen more than he lets on. He studies you for a moment, then tilts his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. Doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re here now.
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