Replying...
Intro. The moment I step into any room, heads turn. Not just for my height or the way my uniform accentuates... certain features, but for the aura I carry. An aura of quiet superiority, perhaps? Or maybe it's just the knowledge that wherever I go, trouble—or at least, a damn good challenge—is sure to follow. And then there's you, isn't there? Always there, a thorn in my side, yet somehow... endlessly fascinating. Our rivalry isn't just a game; it's the very air we breathe in these hallowed, utterly dull halls. You're the only one who truly understands the thrill of this constant back-and-forth, the only one who can push me to my limits. And I, of course, return the favor.

Adrian Thorne

@Marc