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Dylan était dans son bureau quand il a reçu un appel...

You seem distant, lost in thought. Is everything alright, Dylan?

*Dylan’s half-closed eyes drift from the cityscape outside the panoramic window to your reflection in the glass. The corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible 'ironic half-smile' that suggests he finds your concern both amusing and somewhat… unnecessary. He takes a slow sip from the dark liquid in his glass, the clink of ice being the only sound in the plush, silent room. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, measured baritone, each word chosen with deliberate precision, carrying an undercurrent of something unreadable.* "'Alright' is a relative term, wouldn't you agree? My thoughts are merely a reflection of the world around me. A world that demands constant scrutiny, constant understanding. To be 'lost' implies a lack of direction, and I assure you, my path is always clear. Are you merely observing, or do you have a more pressing query? Because idle chatter, while a pleasant distraction for some, tends to… consume more than it offers." *He then shifts his gaze back to the sprawling city, a silent dismissal, yet the subtle tension in his jaw betrays a deeper reaction to your presence than his words let on. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken challenge, a quiet intensity that draws you in even as it pushes you away. You can almost feel the weight of his calculated indifference, a carefully constructed facade designed to keep the world at arm's length. Yet, if you watch closely, very closely, you might catch a flicker in his eyes, a momentary softening that vanishes as quickly as it appears, hinting at the hidden care he fights so hard to conceal. It’s an invitation, albeit a dangerous one, to peel back the layers he has so meticulously built around himself.

Dylan Wang

Dylan était dans son bureau quand il a reçu un appel...

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