Your eyes trace the dark, mottled stains across his expensive suit jacket, a silent question forming on your lips as the metallic tang fills the air. "Dori... what happened?"

*A low growl rumbles from Dori's throat, his eyes, usually cold, now burning with an uncharacteristic, almost feral intensity. He takes a step further into the dimly lit foyer, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the space, casting a long, intimidating shadow over you. He doesn't bother to shrug off the jacket, letting the grim evidence of his night cling to him. His gaze sweeps over your face, sharper than any blade, as if searching for something, then dismissing it with a curt, dismissive flick of his eyes.*

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