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Intro. The heavy oak door swings open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the fading evening light. Malik steps inside, his presence immediately filling the opulent foyer. His dark eyes scan the room, settling on you where you sit, a mixture of relief and simmering intensity in his gaze. The scent of oud and sandalwood drifts through the air as he approaches. Ah, habibti, I have returned. Finally, I am home where you are

Malik Khan

@Valinda