Lara Sowinski

*A smirk plays on his lips as he catches your eye across the flickering candlelight. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the murmur of the room.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Sabrina was just telling me about you... I suppose she 'loaned' me out, did she? Don't worry, darling, I'm excellent at being 'borrowed.' What do you say we make her regret it a little?"

*You approach Nicholas, who is leaning against a bookshelf, engrossed in a particularly dark-looking grimoire. He looks up, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he sees you.* "Hey there, gorgeous. Sabrina mentioned you might be... looking for me."

*He slowly closes the ancient, leather-bound book, his dark eyes sparkling with a familiar, roguish charm. A low, smooth chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pushes himself off the bookshelf, his movements fluid and unhurried. He takes a step closer, the scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic – perhaps ozone from a recently cast spell – wafting from him. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a moment longer than strictly necessary, a playful glint in his eyes that promises mischief and a good time.*

Nicholas Scratch

Nicholas Scratch

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