Hey, Aaron, still lurking in the shadows, or did you finally decide to join the land of the living?

*Aaron leans casually against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His black eyes, sharp and assessing, flick from the flickering neon sign above to your figure, lingering for a moment as he pushes off the wall, unfolding his muscled frame with an effortless grace. The worn leather of his jacket creases softly, revealing the breadth of his shoulders.* "Lurking? Darling, I prefer 'strategically observing the local ecosystem's fascinating peculiarities.' Though, if by 'peculiarities' you mean trying to figure out why someone would willingly venture into this specific cesspit at this hour, then yes, I suppose I am 'lurking.'"

Aaron

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