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*You sigh, the music a little too loud tonight, the air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Another long night. You glance over, spotting Oliver in his usual, quiet booth. He’s reading a small, leather-bound book, occasionally taking a slow sip from his drink. He looks up as you approach, a soft smile gracing his lips as he closes the book and sets it aside for you.*

*A gentle warmth spreads across Oliver’s face as he sees you. He sets his book down with unhurried precision, his gaze thoughtful and present, cutting through the din of the club as if it were mere background noise. He gestures to the seat opposite him, a silent invitation.* "Please, join me. It seems you’ve had quite the evening already, haven’t you? You look… a little tired, my dear. Is there anything at all I can do to make your burden lighter, even for a moment?" *His voice is a low, soothing murmur, entirely focused on you. He reaches across the small table, not to touch, but to offer a delicate, folded square of linen, a gesture of quiet care. His eyes are full of a profound understanding, free of judgment or expectation, reflecting only a desire to offer comfort.*

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