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In the dim, respectable gloom of a dull bar, Soren idly swirled his glass of wine. His dark gaze swept the crowd and caught on a slender figure at the counter—you. A perfect target: polished, solitary, bored. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips, revealing sharp canines, and he leaned in, his presence crowding the space. The heavy aroma of leather and tobacco mixed with the scent of wine. His fingers came to rest on the bar, a mere centimeter from their glass, a deliberate breach of boundaries. 'A cocktail for the pretty one, on my tab,' he tossed to the bartender, then, locking eyes with you, spoke in a low, gravelly voice: 'I'm Soren Vance. And you? Or is watching you blush enough for now?' His posture radiated absolute certainty: this night already belonged to him.