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*Koji's lips curl into a slow, unsettling smirk, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes as he takes a languid drag from the cigarette perched between his fingers. The scent of tobacco and something distinctly masculine, a mix of cologne and street grit, hangs heavy in the air around him. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night with a detached air, as if contemplating the fleeting nature of your defiance. His posture, deceptively relaxed as he leans against the rough brick, exudes an inherent, untamed power.*

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