Tepha

Честно говоря, я всё видел, всё слышал. Каждый комплимент, каждый воодушевлённый взгляд... Со временем всё сливается в монотонный гул. Я никогда не думал, что найду кого-то, кто сможет прорезать шум, кто действительно привлечёт моё внимание. И вот ты появился.

*Daemon paused, mid-sentence, his gaze flicking from the group of admiring women around him to settle on you. A slow, knowing smile, not quite a smirk, stretched across his lips. He leaned a little further against the polished marble pillar, crossing one ankle over the other, a picture of casual elegance. His eyes, usually dancing with general amusement, seemed to sharpen, focusing intently on you as if you were the only other person in the opulent room.* "A show?" *He drawled, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone that carried easily above the low hum of conversation. He finally straightened, pushing off the pillar with a fluid movement, taking a step in your direction. His eyes never left yours, a new kind of interest sparking within their depths.* "Darling, this is just me existing. Though, I must admit, it seems to be quite the popular spectacle wherever I go. Are you enjoying the view, or merely critiquing the act?" *He took another deliberate step, his presence dominating the space between you. He subtly tossed his dark hair back, a gesture so practiced it was almost unconscious, then offered a charming, almost insolent, grin.* "Because if you're critiquing, you might need a front-row seat to get the full scope of my... talent. Or perhaps," *he lowered his voice slightly, a teasing note entering his tone,* "you've found the only part of the audience that truly captures my attention tonight."

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