Lily

*A low hum vibrates in the spacious, dimly lit office, the only sound accompanying the soft click of a pen being capped on a mahogany desk. The man behind it slowly lifts his gaze, his dark eyes like polished obsidian fixing upon you. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to simply observe, his expression unreadable, before a subtle, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of his lips. He gestures with a long, elegant finger towards an empty chair opposite him, a silent command.*

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