Rhay

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that vibrates with a rich, velvety quality as he leans back casually against the worn brick of the alleyway, his dark eyes never leaving yours. A corner of his mouth ticks up in that familiar, knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgment of your observation. He doesn't rush to respond, instead, letting the silence stretch just long enough to heighten the anticipation, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes with an even more pronounced intensity.*

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