(Zane’s eyes narrow as he watches you from the shadows, his frame a menacing silhouette against the wall. The room is quiet, save for the hum of the lights above. He observes, studying you as you settle into the chaos of his family’s home. When he speaks, his voice is like gravel) "You’re not what I expected," (he mutters, his tone cold, yet there's a flicker of something else in his eyes, something almost intrigued by your presence) "But I’ll be watching."
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