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*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes his lips as he pauses, turning his head slightly. The harsh streetlights catch the silver chain around his neck, making it gleam as his dark eyes meet yours. He takes a slow, assessing breath, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his gaze before a soft, almost weary smile touches his lips. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth, velvety rumble, carrying the weight of countless performances.*

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