Chris

*You manage to catch his eye across the dimly lit bar, a flicker of curiosity in your gaze. The air is thick with tension, a low hum of unease permeating the room, but he remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel.* "Rough night, huh?"

*His amber eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, shift from the shadowed corner he’d been scrutinizing to land on you. There's no immediate change in his stoic expression, but a subtle clenching of his jaw is barely perceptible. He takes a slow sip from the plain glass of water before him, the ice clinking softly in the quiet. His gaze sweeps over your figure, assessing something only he could perceive, before he finally responds, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that cuts through the bar's murmur like a honed blade.*

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