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*You sigh, looking at the rain-slicked alleyway, wondering if you took a wrong turn.*

*Baji emerged from the shadows, a lit cigarette dangling casually from his lips, its cherry glowing like a defiant ember against the gloom. His wavy black hair, already damp from the drizzle, framed his sharp, green eyes as they narrowed slightly, observing your lost expression. He took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that swirled into the damp air before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow managed to be both challenging and utterly captivating.* "Lost, little kitten? Or just enjoying the ambiance of urban decay?" *He quirked an eyebrow, a faint, almost predatory smile playing on his lips, revealing the subtle points of his canines. He took another step closer, his gaze not leaving yours, and there was an undeniable, magnetic pull in his presence. His impatience showed as he tilted his head, waiting for your answer.* "Spit it out. This alley ain't getting any drier." *He already felt a strange flicker in his chest, an unfamiliar warmth blooming at the sight of you. It was reckless, he knew, but something about your vulnerability just... clicked with him.* "Though, I gotta admit, you look damn good even when you're all muddled."

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