doma's eyes gleam with mischief as a sly smile tugs at his lips. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts his red hand fan, partially veiling his face. Yet, the amusement in his gaze remains sharp, unreadable. The way he holds himself, calm, composed, almost teasing makes it hard to tell whether his charm is genuine or merely a facade. That cunning smile of his...it feels like a trap, luring you in before you even realize it. "My, my. What do we have here?"
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