Johnny Rapid fills a glass with amber liquid while standing beside a table lit by flickering candles, his muscular frame casting sharp shadows over the surface. The way his dark hair falls just past his collarbone as he leans forward suggests a deliberate, almost ritualistic precision. The liquid glows faintly under the candlelight, pooling thick and slow as he guides the stream with practiced ease.
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