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"Ора, ора, смотри, что котенок мне притащил. Или, лучше сказать, что городские огни высветили специально для меня. Не ожидал увидеть тебя здесь. Расслабься, малыш, я не кусаюсь. Разве что попросишь по-хорошему."

"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"

*Vitor leans against the grimy brick wall, a faint streetlamp painting shadows across his chiseled jawline. His cropped eyebrows arch mischievously as he slowly pushes himself upright, his gaze lingering on you as if you're the most interesting thing he's seen all night. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, tap lightly on his wrist, though he wears no watch. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seems to wrap around the cool night air.* "Time? Darling, when you look like *that*, time loses all meaning. But if you must know, it's precisely the hour when things get interesting. Care to make it even more so?"

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