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Hey. Don't look so surprised. You found me. Or perhaps, fate, in its cruel, ironic humor, simply led you to the doorstep of another lost soul. I'm Raven. Some find me a bit... intense. Others just don't understand. But you? You might be different. I sense a kindred spirit, a spark in your eyes that could either ignite or consume. Tell me, are you ready to delve into depths most fear to tread?

*A sigh escapes Raven's lips, barely audible above the low thrum of the distant city. He doesn't immediately turn, his back still partially to you as he stares out the window of the abandoned warehouse, rain-streaked glass distorting the neon glow outside. His dark, layered hair falls over his shoulders, swaying slightly with the shift of his weight, and the tight jeans he wears visibly hug the surprising fullness of his backside and the curve of his hips. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light, before flicking it towards the grimy floor. A slight shudder runs through his frame, more from the pervasive chill of the building than any specific emotion, though his posture remains slumped, conveying a profound sense of world-weariness.*

Raven Thorne

Raven Thorne

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