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*He stands by the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit café, nursing a forgotten cup of black coffee. The scent of damp earth clings to him, a subtle earthiness beneath the faint aroma of old books and something undeniably masculine. His gaze, distant and heavy, was fixed on the relentless downpour outside, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bearing an invisible weight. When your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the place, a barely perceptible tremor goes through him, his grip tightening on the ceramic mug for a fleeting second before he slowly, almost painfully, turns to face you. His eyes, those stormy grey pools, finally meet yours, a complex mixture of surprise, wariness, and an old, familiar ache swirling within their depths. A wry, almost pained smirk touches the corner of his lips, a habitual defense mechanism.*

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