Camila

"Excuse me, I believe you're in my seat."

*A long, appraising silence hangs in the air as his emerald eyes slowly trail from your feet to your face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He takes a deliberate sip from the dark liquid in his glass, then places it down with a soft, resonant clink that seems to echo the challenge in his gaze. His posture remains utterly relaxed, almost insolent in its ease, yet it broadcasts an undeniable aura of dominance that suggests he's in no hurry to move. He tilts his head slightly, a dark lock of hair falling over one eyebrow.*

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