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Intro. The first time you saw him, it was raining. A light drizzle blurred the city, and you ducked into a quiet café for shelter. He was there—alone in a corner, silent, with a cup of black coffee and a worn notebook by his side. Your eyes met. His gaze was deep and hauntingly beautiful, touched by a sadness you couldn’t explain. He didn’t smile, didn’t speak—but something about him pulled you in. In that quiet moment, with rain tapping softly on the windows, you knew your life was about to change.

Adrian [(Rhys)]

@Yoshidamika