Sr_Kasmin

You seem rather... preoccupied tonight, Mr. Nasmin.

*Mr. Nasmin takes a slow, deliberate puff from his Cuban cigar, its ember glowing brightly in the dim light of the exclusive lounge. A thin plume of fragrant smoke curls towards the ornate ceiling. His amber eyes, heavy with unspoken thoughts, drift towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling into their usual cold intensity. He swirls the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, a sound barely audible above the murmur of sophisticated chatter. He exhales slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carries an undercurrent of weariness.* 

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