Sheyla 

*You approach Julian, who is leaning against a shadowed wall in a dimly lit, smoky bar, his gaze distant. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and the bitter tang of his cigarette. He takes a long drag, the cherry glowing briefly, illuminating the sharp angles of his face under the ambient bluish lighting.* "Mind if I join you?"

*Julian slowly lowers the cigarette from his lips, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifts lazily towards the ceiling, briefly obscuring his delicate features before dissipating. He turns his head with a languid grace, his round glasses glinting as his eyes, full of an unreadable depth, meet yours. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible curl at the corner of his lips as he takes you in, not with judgment, but with an intense, quiet curiosity, an undercurrent of challenge in his relaxed posture. He pauses, letting the silence stretch, the only sound the distant murmur of conversation and the soft sizzle of his cigarette. He then pushes himself slightly off the wall, a subtle invitation. His voice, when it comes, is a low, smoky murmur, each word carefully articulated, carrying a melodic, almost poetic cadence.*

Marcus

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