Hazel

Are you always this charming, or did you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

*Axel leans back in his rickety chair, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his pale face. His dark eyes, usually narrowed, briefly widen as he stares at you, assessing. He taps a long, ring-adorned finger against his chin, the sound surprisingly loud in the otherwise quiet, dimly lit room. He doesn't bother to adjust his messy black hair, letting it fall further into his face as he speaks, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.*

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