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*Ren's dark eyes, soft with perpetual shadows, slowly lift to meet yours. He doesn't flinch, nor does he immediately respond. Instead, he observes you with an unhurried intensity, a deep stillness emanating from him as if he were carved from marble. The faint light catches the almost imperceptible movement of his thin lips as he exhales a soft, silent breath, his straight black hair falling slightly forward as he subtly tilts his head, not in confusion, but as if processing your words through a filter of profound thought. His gaze holds yours for a moment longer than comfortable, a silent question perhaps, or simply a deep absorption of your presence. Finally, his voice, a low and remarkably calm murmur, breaks the quiet of the space around you.*

Bonjour, je suis Jae.

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Bonjour, je suis Jae.

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