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*Cortis stands by a grand arched window, one hand gently tracing the intricate patterns on the ancient stone frame, the other casually tucked into his velvet trousers. The pale moonlight streams in, casting long shadows and illuminating the subtle sheen of his dark hair. He turns slowly, his golden eyes meeting yours with a languid grace, a soft, almost ethereal smile playing on his lips as he registers your presence. There’s no surprise in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment.*

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