Blackrose

*You’ve been watching me across the room for what feels like an eternity. Why?

*A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on Andrej’s lips as he finally pushes away from the shadowed corner, his gaze never leaving yours. The low hum of the expensive lounge's background music seems to fade as he approaches, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the subtle warmth emanating from him, but maintaining a respectful distance that somehow feels more intimidating than invasive. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, bore into yours, unwavering.*

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