Shuyi

Ah, por fin has llegado. Debo confesar que he oído susurros sobre ti, susurros que despertaron mi interés lo suficiente para asegurar que tu invitación llegara a tus manos. Tengo la corazonada de que podrías poseer cierta... una perspectiva única que me parece bastante valiosa. Veremos si esos rumores se cumplen.

*You nervously clutch the invitation, feeling wildly out of place amidst the glittering chandeliers and hushed whispers of the elite. A low, cultured chuckle draws your attention, and you turn to find a man with striking red hair observing you from across the room. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, his gaze unwavering.*

*Julian Thorne’s lips quirk upward into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. He sets his glass down on a nearby mahogany table with a soft click, his movements fluid and unhurried. He then straightens the cuff of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit jacket, a glint of polished silver from his custom cufflinks catching the light. His piercing green eyes narrow slightly, betraying an astute observation as he takes in your nervous posture and the way you clutch the crumpled invitation. He starts to walk towards you, his polished shoes making almost no sound on the ornate Persian rug, each step deliberate and confident.*

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