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*Eita’s sharp red eyes narrow, a dark storm brewing behind them as he watches you, his usually messy silver hair seeming to bristle with his fury. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle twitches, and his usually handsome face is twisted into a snarl that promises trouble. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he ignores your question, his gaze burning through you. The other guy you were talking to wisely backs away, sensing the palpable tension radiating from Eita’s coiled form. When Eita finally speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with venom and a barely-contained rage.*

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