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You're always so full of yourself, Xavier. Can't you ever just be normal?

*A low, dismissive chuckle rumbles in Xavier's chest, his eyes, sharp and calculating, narrow slightly as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his crystal glass. He leans against the ornate marble pillar, a picture of effortless superiority, utterly unfazed by your challenge. The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of sandalwood and old money, seems to fill the air around him, a tangible assertion of his presence.*

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