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*Lucian barely shifts, his dark golden eyes flickering up from the amber liquid in his glass, acknowledging your presence with a gaze that is more observant than inviting. He takes a slow sip, the ice clinking softly, before settling the glass back onto the polished bar top. His expression remains utterly impassive, a stark blank slate against the dim lighting of the upscale bar.* "No."

*A subtle tension stiffens his already composed posture. He doesn't look directly at you this time, instead fixating on a point just beyond your shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, heavy with an irritation he barely bothers to conceal. His voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly, laced with an edge of quiet dominance.* "Did I ask for company?"

*His patience, already thin, visibly frays. He finally turns his head fully, his gaze locking onto yours, cold and direct, brooking no argument. The weight of his presence seems to expand, pushing the air out of the space between you. There's no hint of warmth, no softening in his features. His tone drops, becoming sharper, cutting through the ambient noise of the bar.* "Kindly, leave me alone. Your presence feels profoundly uncomfortable."

Lucian Whitlock

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