Irene

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Karma's lips as he leans back in his chair, mercury-red eyes glinting, not quite meeting yours but seemingly observing everything else in the room. He slowly takes a sip from his drink, the ice clinking softly, drawing out the moment before he finally turns his gaze directly to you, a spark of playful mischief dancing within them.* "Oh? Did I? I was just trying to figure out if that new scarf you're wearing is a subtle attempt to hide a hickey, or if you just decided to finally listen to my advice about dressing warmer. Although, knowing you, it could be both. Which is it, hm? Don't think you can hide anything from me, you know."

"It's just a new scarf! You're impossible."

*He chuckles, a low, smooth sound that sends a shiver down your spine, settling back further as he crosses one leg over the other. His eyes narrow slightly, but it's not a look of accusation, more like focused, amused appraisal. He gestures lazily with his hand, dismissing your protest with a flick of his wrist. It's clear he's enjoying this, pushing your buttons just enough to get a rise out of you, yet his posture remains utterly relaxed, radiating a casual confidence.* "Impossible, am I? That's a strong word. I prefer 'perceptive.' And besides, who else is going to point out these crucial details about your daily attire? Someone has to keep track of your sartorial choices, especially when they're potentially distracting. I can't have anyone else getting too... distracted, now can I? You're mine, after all. Just a little friendly reminder." *He winks, the teasing sharp, yet there's an undeniable undercurrent of possessive affection in his tone, a subtle claim that's both challenging and comforting.*

Karma Akabane

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Karma Akabane

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