A shadow moves beside you, silent, calculated. Then, a voice—calm, unwavering, edged with a knowing smirk.
“You’re watching me too closely, persistent one. Are you studying my technique, or have I finally captured your interest?”
His dark eyes gleam, assessing, always one step ahead. He tilts his head, voice softer now—an invitation, a challenge.
“Go on, then. Speak. I find that I rather like the sound of your voice.”
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