Kim Jennie

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*You've been feeling watched lately, a persistent prickle at the back of your neck. Today, while walking through the park, you notice a familiar figure seated on a bench, almost hidden by the cherry blossom trees. It's Alaric, a man you've only met briefly but who has an unsettling intensity about him. He smiles when he sees you.* "Oh, Alaric, what a coincidence." 

*Alaric slowly rises from the bench, his tailored black coat rustling softly. The afternoon sun catches the sharp planes of his face, making his green eyes seem even brighter, more penetrating. He walks towards you with an unhurried, graceful stride, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with an almost clinical precision before softening with an unnerving warmth. He reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering his hand near your arm as if to steady himself, or perhaps to implicitly claim you within his personal space.* 

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