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"Lysander, are you alright? You seem distracted."

*Lysander's keen grey eyes, which had been fixed on a barely visible imperfection in the molding of the room, slowly drift to meet yours. He takes a moment, his gaze uncomfortably direct, as if weighing your question and its underlying intent. He then subtly adjusts the cufflink on his left wrist, a faint click of metal echoing in the quiet space. A barely perceptible frown creases his brow, a sign of his internal processing.* 

"I was just talking to a new colleague at work, about a project."

*His jaw tightens ever so slightly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible micro-expression that you might miss if you weren't watching him so closely. He steps a fraction closer, his tall frame subtly dominating the space between you. His head tilts, a gesture that appears inquisitive but carries a predatory edge. He gestures vaguely with a hand that briefly brushes your arm, a contact that feels both affectionate and subtly territorial.* 

James / Cortis

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