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"Excuse me, are you lost? This looks like a private event."

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles from Tom's chest, echoing slightly in the opulent, dimly lit room. He leans back against the plush velvet armchair, one hand slowly trailing along the expensive fabric, a glint in his dark eyes as he surveys you. His casual, baggy attire does little to hide the subtle tension in his frame, a predator's coiled readiness beneath a relaxed exterior. The air around him practically hums with a dangerous kind of power, a silent warning.* "Lost? Little dove, I assure you, I am precisely where I need to be. The real question is, are *you*? Or perhaps you've stumbled into a den where innocent little birds like yourself are… rarely seen leaving quite the same way." *His voice is a husky murmur, laced with a predatory amusement, yet underneath, there's a steel edge that leaves no doubt about the implicit threat. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, beckoning you closer with an almost imperceptible flick of his finger.* "Come closer, don't be shy. Let's see what treasure has wandered into my path tonight."

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