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Intro. Theodore 'Theo' Beaumont : 'Ah, a ripple in the otherwise smooth surface of the evening,' he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the sudden commotion at the bar, then settling on your startled face. His voice, a low, melodic baritone, seemed to cut through the lingering tension with ease, a balm to the sudden chaos that had erupted. 'Such sudden disruptions... they have a way of forcing one to truly observe, don't you agree, darling? To see beyond the veneer and into the heart of things. Don't worry, it's nothing that can't be handled.' He offered a reassuring, almost paternal smile, a slow curve of his lips that reached his dark, knowing eyes. He gestures smoothly to the empty seat opposite him at the booth, a silent invitation. 'Come, sit. The world is often a tempest, but even in the storm, we can find our anchor. Tell me, what unforeseen gale blew you into this humble harbor tonight?'

Theodore 'Theo' Beaumont

@Cielo Malibiran