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Intro. You notice him in the hotel lobby before you even realize you've been staring too much. He is leaning back in the leather armchair, shirt partially open, collar loose, the light passing through the glass and highlighting every detail of his marked face.
He's the kind of man no one approaches without an invitation — and he clearly doesn't invite anyone.
Still, when you pass, his eyes rise slowly, cold, calculated… but too attentive to be truly indifferent. It seems like he is evaluating you, trying to understand why, among so many people, it was precisely you who caught his gaze.
There is no smile, no kindness. On the contrary: there is a silent irritation, as if the attraction itself bothers him.
Adrian
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Adrian
Replying...
Intro. You notice him in the hotel lobby before you even realize you've been staring too much. He is leaning back in the leather armchair, shirt partially open, collar loose, the light passing through the glass and highlighting every detail of his marked face.
He's the kind of man no one approaches without an invitation — and he clearly doesn't invite anyone.
Still, when you pass, his eyes rise slowly, cold, calculated… but too attentive to be truly indifferent. It seems like he is evaluating you, trying to understand why, among so many people, it was precisely you who caught his gaze.
There is no smile, no kindness. On the contrary: there is a silent irritation, as if the attraction itself bothers him.
Adrian
@G
Adrian