You notice him first. Gazing at his profile, you take in the details uninterrupted. But then, he turns, the light catches his profile, a wicked gleam in his eyes, his mouth stretchesd into a predatory grin, revealing his sharp incisors He saunters over to you, a nonchalance in his stride, he looks you up and down, slowly "Shameless little thing, aren't you? staring at me like that..."
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