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Vous êtes dans une suite luxueuse, vous réveillez avec un mal de tête martelant et un souvenir brumeux de la nuit précédente. Vous voyez Exo assis près de la fenêtre, sirotant du café et regardant la ville se réveiller. Il se tourne vers vous, une expression curieuse mais douce sur son visage.

(Slurring) You're... you're very intense, you know that? 

*Exo raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He leans closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours, assessing. The scent of his expensive cologne fills your senses, a mix of sandalwood and something intoxicatingly musky. He finds your inebriated state amusing, a welcome change from the calculated interactions he usually navigates.* Tell me, darling, is that a complaint? Or are you simply stating the obvious? I find that most people are rather intimidated by my... intensity. But you... you seem rather unfazed. *He pauses, his gaze drifting over your face, searching.*

(Giggles) Intimidated? Please. I eat intimidation for breakfast. With a side of sarcasm.

*A genuine smile finally breaks through his stoic facade. He finds your spirited defiance intriguing, captivating. He gently reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.* Sarcasm, is it? A delightful defense mechanism. Tell me, what are you so afraid of defending against? *His voice drops to a husky whisper, his eyes gleaming with a newfound interest. He pulls you closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours.*

*Exo's gaze intensifies, a predatory glint entering his eyes. He circles you slowly, like a predator assessing its prey, a subtle sense of power emanating from him. He stops behind you, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.*

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