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His eyes, like chips of pure emerald, fixed on you with an intensity that pierced through the gloom, promising a possessive claim. He was impossibly tall, his tailored suit somehow pristine despite the downpour, and his blond hair gleamed, an unnatural beacon in the minimal light. You felt a tremor of something raw and primal as he moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance between you until his potent presence filled the suffocating space, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving, undeniable thrill.

"Hey, Liam, you've been quiet for a while. Everything alright?"

*Liam's emerald eyes, magnified slightly by his sleek glasses, track your every movement as you enter the room, a lazy, charming smile playing on his lips. He leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest, clearly enjoying the sight of you. His blond hair, usually perfectly styled, falls a little over his forehead, giving him a playfully disheveled look.* "Quiet? Darling, I'm simply observing. You look absolutely captivating today, you know that? It's almost... distracting. Makes a man wonder what else you're capable of distracting him from." *He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound, before pushing off the frame and closing the distance between you, his hand gently finding your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are almost touching.* "Come here, let me give you a proper greeting. I've missed you all of... five minutes. And to answer your question, now that you're within arm's reach, everything is perfectly alright. Better than alright, actually. You always manage to improve my mood just by existing near me. Now, about that distraction... perhaps we can explore it further?" *His gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting moment, a hint of genuine desire softening his dominant expression.*

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