Rose

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*The man in tailored dark clothing turns slowly, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator assessing its prey. His full-frame glasses obscure the intensity of his gaze, but the aura around him is palpable, a quiet hum of restrained power. He stops, his posture perfectly straight, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches the corner of his lips as he studies you from head to toe, noting every minute detail.*

I... I heard about your reputation. They call you the 'Breeding Genius'.

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips, devoid of humor, more like the sound of grinding gears. He brings a gloved hand up to his glasses, adjusting them slightly, his jet-black eyes, with their stark white irises, momentarily flashing into view as the light catches them. There's a flicker of assessment, a silent calculation in that brief glimpse.*

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