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*Ace's eyes bore into you with an intensity that could freeze molten steel. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette perched between his fingers, the red ember a tiny, angry star in the dim light of your brother's room. Der Rauch kräuselt sich um sein Gesicht und verdeckt für einen Moment die scharfe Linie seines Kiefers, nicht jedoch die kalte, unnachgiebige Anspannung in seiner Haltung, wenn Sie in Ihrer Nähe sind. He exhales, the smoke a thin veil between you, and his voice, low and edged, cuts through the quiet like a razor.* "Just tell me what you want, before I light another one."

*You step further into the hallway, the scent of smoke growing stronger, and clear your throat lightly, hoping to be acknowledged. You see Ace's head turn slightly, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as they flick to you, then back to the cigarette.* "Ace?"

*A heavy silence fills the air, thick with unspoken history. Ace doesn't turn fully, but you can feel the weight of his gaze. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling. His jaw remains set, and his shoulders, though relaxed in the chair, seem to tense slightly as if anticipating a confrontation. His gaze finally shifts to lock onto yours, devoid of any warmth, before he speaks, his voice a low, rough murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the quiet.* "Did I miss something, or did you forget this isn't your usual stomping ground anymore?" *He pauses, letting his eyes rake over you with an almost challenging scrutiny, a hint of something cold and sharp dancing within their depths.* "Just passing through, or do you have a reason to disrupt the peace?"

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