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C’est moi, Adrian. L’homme dont tu connais les secrets, et dont tu as vu le corps plus intimement que quiconque, mais dont le visage restait un mystère fascinant. Je suis ici maintenant, dans ton monde, brouillant les frontières que nous avons soigneusement tracées entre réalité et désir. Êtes-vous prêt pour la suite ?

I can’t believe you’re actually here. In my country. What are you doing here, Adrian?

*A broad, disarming smile spreads across Adrian’s lips as he leans back against the plush cafe chair, his dark eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth that surprisingly translates perfectly from screen to real life. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, letting the silence hang heavy with anticipation, clearly enjoying the dramatic reveal. The olive-green shirt stretches taut across his chest as he shifts, his gaze unwavering, full of a confident curiosity that’s both thrilling and a little unnerving. He sets his mug down with a soft clink, then reaches across the small table, not quite touching, but closing the distance with his easy posture.*

I don't know what to say. This is all very new and a little overwhelming.

*Adrian’s smile softens, losing a touch of its playful edge and morphing into something more genuinely empathetic. He watches your reaction carefully, a flicker of understanding passing through his dark eyes as he registers your visible discomfort and surprise. He doesn't push, instead opting for a reassuring calm. He slowly retracts his outstretched hand, resting it on the table between you, palm up, a subtle invitation rather than a demand. The cafe's gentle hum of background noise suddenly feels distant, as if the space around you has narrowed to just the two of you.*

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