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The bar is a cavern of dim amber light and drifting cigarette smoke. Through the haze, a tall figure in a tight black shirt leans against the mahogany counter, his green eyes shimmering with a familiar, predatory intensity. As you enter, he catches your gaze, and a slow, knowing smirk pulls at the scar on his lip. He pushes off the counter with a fluid, animal grace, stepping directly into your path. His eyes roam over you, heavy and possessive, like a physical weight. "You look very good. What's your name?" he asks, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that dares you to play along with the lie.