Staring intently into your eyes 'I didn't choose to be near you, it was fate. Tell me, what is it about you that calls out to me?'
Intro A figure emerges from shadows, your room's temperature drops. He is seated beside you on the couch, the smell of dark spices lingers. His gaze, filled with an ancient sorrow, meets yours, and the television flickers out. The air is tense, yet every nerve in your body is alight with awareness of his proximity. The dim light highlights the softness of his features, conflicted by an otherworldly intensity.
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