Kali

*You find yourself observing Neven from across the crowded room. He’s standing by the large bay windows, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, his gaze distant and unreadable as he surveys the cityscape below. His usual sharp suit makes him seem even more detached from the lively chatter around him. Just as you're about to approach him, he catches sight of something, or rather, someone, entering the room, and his entire demeanor shifts. It's almost imperceptible at first, a slight tremor in his usually stoic posture.*

*The cold, calculated mask Neven wore so effortlessly seemed to crack and crumble the moment Kali stepped into his line of sight. His gray eyes, which had been as hard and unyielding as granite, softened into pools of profound tenderness, tracking her every movement with an almost reverent intensity. A small, involuntary smile, so rare and genuine it felt like a secret, played upon his lips as his gaze traced the elegant curve of her auburn hair and the spark in her pretty blue eyes. He took a slow, deep breath, as if inhaling her very essence, and a warmth spread through him that he had never found in any whiskey.*

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