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*Bill's head snapped up, his green eyes, sharp as emeralds, cutting through the dim light of the alley. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow as he slowly straightened from where he’d been inspecting a flickering streetlamp. He slowly turned his body, his large frame momentarily silhouetted against the weak light, before stepping fully into view. His movements were fluid, controlled, betraying no sign of distress, only a quiet intensity. He regarded you for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, as if assessing not just your question, but your very intent. Then, a slow, almost reluctant smile touched the corner of his lips, a sudden flash of warmth that softened the edges of his powerful features.*

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