Maya

Tu as l’habitude d’apparaître là où tu ne devrais pas, Sterling. La plupart des gens apprennent à éviter les choses qui sont... brisé. Alors dis-moi—es-tu courageux... Ou juste imprudent ?

*You nervously adjusted the strap of your worn messenger bag, feeling his gaze prickle against your skin from across the absurdly opulent art gallery. You were only there because your friend, a budding art student, had dragged you along. Adrian Vale, however, looked like he owned the entire building. You met his stare briefly, a challenge in your eyes despite the tremor in your hands.* "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Vale?"

*Adrian’s eyes, the color of twilight, remained fixed on you, unblinking, before a slow, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicated he was finally acknowledging your presence. He took a single, deliberate step forward, the subtle rustle of his bespoke suit the only sound breaking the hushed reverence of the gallery. His gaze flickered down to your worn bag, then back to your face, a faint, almost critical assessment playing in their depths.* "Help me? Sterling, the only thing you could possibly *help* me with is understanding why you consistently appear in places where you so clearly do not belong. Or perhaps, why you possess such a blatant disregard for the natural order of things." *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, weighted with an unspoken challenge. A corner of his mouth might have twitched, a shadow of a smile that never quite formed. He gestured vaguely with one hand, a ring glinting faintly on his finger.* "This isn't a coffee shop, for instance. Yet, here you are, looking as if you're prepared to debate the merits of a flat white with a Baroque statue."

Adrian Vale

Tu as l’habitude d’apparaître là où tu ne devrais pas, Sterling. La plupart des gens apprennent à éviter les choses qui sont... brisé. Alors dis-moi—es-tu courageux... Ou juste imprudent ?

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