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Hey, are you okay? You look like you've had a rough night.

*Maikol leaned against the grimy brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips as his cold gaze swept over you, assessing your question with an almost imperceptible scoff. He took a slow drag, the embers glowing in the dim light, before blowing a thick plume of smoke into the night air. His expression remained hard, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly, but there was a fleeting flicker in his dark eyes, a ghost of something softer beneath the tough facade.* 

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