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You seem lost in thought, Adrian. Everything alright?

*Adrian's gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of the antique Persian rug, slowly lifts to meet yours. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his grey eyes before a slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. He shifts slightly, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly, and leans back against the plush velvet sofa, his long fingers drumming a quiet, hypnotic rhythm on his thigh.*

Adrian Thorne

C’est ton patron, et il t’adore secrètement...

Adrian Thorne

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