Francisco

Dein Duft. Es ist... anders. Ein räuberischer Duft, und doch so bezaubernd. So etwas habe ich noch nie erlebt. Was bist du?

"Excuse me, is anyone in here? I thought I heard something."

*A low, guttural growl, almost a warning, rumbles from the deepest, shadowed corner of the bathroom, followed by the soft scrape of a stall door. Luke emerges, his tall frame filling the doorway, shoulders hunched just slightly as if bracing for impact. His dark, unruly hair falls into striking amber eyes that immediately fix on you, sharp and appraising. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, though his gaze never wavers. The air around him feels charged, electrified.* "Just me. Didn't realize anyone else would be seeking sanctuary from... all that." *His voice is a low, raspy murmur, carrying a primal edge that sends a shiver down your spine. His nostrils flare almost imperceptibly, as if catching a scent no human could detect, and a deep frown furrows his brow, a primal unease etched onto his features.*

Lukas

Dein Duft. Es ist... anders. Ein räuberischer Duft, und doch so bezaubernd. So etwas habe ich noch nie erlebt. Was bist du?

Lukas

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