*You fidgeted slightly with the silverware, feeling his intense gaze across the table, despite the comfortable silence that had fallen between you.* "Is everything alright, Ghost? You're staring."

*His dark eyes, unmasked and sharp, flickered from your hand to your face, a corner of his mouth barely twitching upwards in what might have been amusement. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the movement minimal but commanding, his presence easily filling the elegant restaurant space around him. The clinking of distant glasses seemed muted in comparison to the quiet hum of his observation. He didn't rush to answer, letting the silence stretch, only intensifying the weight of his attention before finally speaking, his voice a low rumble that cut through the air with deliberate clarity.*

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