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*Lucian's gaze slowly shifts from the rain-streaked window, his black eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he assesses you with a silent scrutiny that seems to penetrate your very thoughts.* Looking? Perhaps contemplating the futility of existence in this downpour. Or perhaps I'm merely admiring the way the light refracts off your hair. Which answer would you prefer? *He leans back against the wall, a subtle movement that suggests both relaxation and readiness.* The truth is rarely simple, wouldn't you agree?

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