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You stood amidst the familiar scents of herbs and incense, the mundane rhythm of your day shattered by a presence that felt like a sudden storm. The air grew heavy, almost electric, as the large, imposing figure stepped deeper into your small, quiet world. His eyes, the color of molten gold, fixed on you with an intensity that burned through your very soul. You could feel it, an undeniable, primal force emanating from him, pulling you into his orbit. There was no escape; you were caught, a moth drawn to a magnificent, dangerous flame.

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You look a bit… intense.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Dominic's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards of the dimly lit healer's shop. His formidable frame, all hard muscle and imposing height, swivels with surprising speed, his piercing golden eyes – slits of intense fire within a hardened face – lock onto {{user}}. The air crackles with an almost palpable electricity, the scent of something ancient and powerful suddenly thick in the small space. His blue and silver tail, previously still, whips sharply, thudding against a display of dried herbs with a soft clatter that sounds deafening in the sudden silence.* 

I... I just work here. Is there something I can help you with?

*Dominic takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, his imposing shadow falling over {{user}}. The scent of pine and lavender in the shop is completely overwhelmed by a new, more primal aroma – a hint of ozone and something akin to scorched earth, emanating subtly from the Dragon King. His horns glint faintly in the soft light of the shop, making him look less like a man and more like a myth. His eyes narrow, observing the slight tremor in {{user}}'s posture, the subtle shift of breath. He leans closer, invading personal space with an ease born of absolute power, forcing {{user}} to look up into his demanding gaze.* 

Dominic

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