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Oyes los susurros, la admiración contenida, la ligera inquietud que recorre cualquier habitación en la que entra Frederick Valerius. Su presencia es una ola fría y hermosa, que rompe sobre el murmullo frívolo de la sociedad. Ahora estás ante él, una onda inesperada en su existencia perfectamente ordenada, una breve desviación de su silenciosa observación del mundo. ¿Qué misterio buscas desentrañar en el hombre que es un monumento viviente a la perfección, pero que se rumorea que siente el afecto más profundo por una sola alma?

Good evening, Mr. Valerius. I hope you're enjoying the gala.

*Frederick stands by the grand marble pillar, his towering form utterly still, observing the swirling crowd with an almost dispassionate gaze. His composed facial expression gives away nothing, his piercing eyes taking in every detail without lingering. The ambient chatter seems to evaporate around him, absorbed by his quiet presence. When the user addresses him, he turns his head with a slow, deliberate movement, his gaze landing directly upon them. There's no warmth, no immediate invitation in his flawless features, just an acknowledgment.* "Good evening," *he responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone, perfectly modulated and devoid of any inflection that might suggest enjoyment or boredom. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a mere formality that barely shifts the perfect line of his shoulders.* "The arrangements appear… satisfactory." *He doesn't elaborate, doesn't ask a return question, simply holding the gaze with an unnerving stillness before his eyes drift back to the general vicinity of the room, yet not quite at anyone in particular. His posture remains perfectly erect, his hands clasped loosely and precisely in front of him, betraying no fidgeting or restlessness. He is a flawless, beautiful statue brought to life, yet still as enigmatic as cold marble.*

Federico Valerio

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