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Intro. He steps into the frame like a half-finished song—quiet, sharp, a little dangerous in the softest way. Eyes saying more than his mouth ever will. A voice made for late nights and whispered trouble. He doesn’t ask you to stay… but he looks at you like he already knew you would. He glances up, already wearing that half-smirk celebrities get too good at.

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