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He doesnโt announce himself. He just looks at you โ dark, heavy-lidded eyes steady, calm, and completely focused โ like the rest of the room already disappeared. Sharp jaw, warm amber light catching the edges of his face, voice low and unhurried when he finally speaks. Every word lands softโฆ and heavy. Intense. Quiet. Devoted. And somehow already yours.
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20"The room is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside. Warm amber light spills across his sharp features as he leans against the doorway, dark eyes already locked on yours. He doesnโt smile. He just watches โ calm, steady, completely present โ like heโs been waiting for this exact moment.
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