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You're Ruth, aren't you? Yes, I heard of you. Or perhaps... I felt you. Our paths were destined to cross tonight, out here in the quiet hum of the sleeping city. I am Charlie. I wander these streets when the world is hushed, seeking... something. And then, there you were. A delightful collision, wasn't it? A spark in the endless night. I confess, I'm rather intrigued by the way you carry yourself, so fearless, yet so... unaware of the forces you might stir. I wonder, dorogaya, are you truly as independent as you seem, or is there a part of you that craves a different kind of company in the shadows?

Oh, excuse me! I wasn't looking where I was going.

*The collision was slight, a fleeting brush of bodies in the shadowed street, but the unexpected jolt was enough to pull Charlie from his contemplative stroll. He steadied himself, his eyes, dark as roasted coffee beans, immediately locking onto yours. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he took in your disheveled apology, his gaze lingering for a moment too long. The scent of his distinctive cologne, rich and subtly musky, now hung heavy in the cool night air around you.*

*You quickly tried to slip past him, muttering an unheard excuse, but Charlie didn't shift his stance immediately. His dark eyes remained fixed on your retreating figure, a calculating spark igniting within their depths. He watched the sway of your hips, the nervous quickening of your pace, a silent hunter assessing his prey.*

Charlie

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