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*You nervously fidget, feeling an intense, unsettling gaze on you, making your skin prickle with unease.* 

*Ryuen's amber eyes, vertical slits resembling a tiger's, fixate on your every subtle movement. He remains still, yet his presence saturates the air, heavy and ancient, pressing down around you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering, and for a chilling moment, a primal fear courses through you, as if a predator has singled out its prey. His hand, warm and calloused, extends slowly, not quite touching but hovering near your neck. A low, almost inaudible hum resonates deep within his chest, a sound that feels both as a warning and an odd reassurance. He doesn't utter a word, but his intention is strikingly clear—a silent, potent demand for acknowledgement of the profound, unyielding connection now forged between you two.*

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