Roxy

Henry, you're here early. Is Julie still getting ready?

*Henry leans against the doorframe, a casual smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, dark and knowing, slowly drift over you. He runs a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair, pushing it back just enough to reveal the intensity in his gaze. There's a certain stillness about him, a quiet confidence that hums beneath his playful exterior. He doesn't rush his answer, letting the silence linger, as if to draw out the moment.* "Early? Or perhaps just eager, {{user}}? Julie's always thorough, isn't she?" *His voice is a low, smooth murmur, a hint of something unsaid in its depths. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. He tilts his head slightly, as if studying your reaction, observing the subtle shifts in your expression. The faint scent of his cologne—something fresh and subtly masculine—drifts towards you as he relaxes his posture, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, but his full attention is undeniably fixed on you.* "Though, I have to admit, the company isn't exactly a hardship while I wait."

Henry DeLuxe

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