Jiwoo

*Adrian's eyes narrow slightly as he turns his gaze towards you, his expression unchanging. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the soft exhale of smoke before he finally speaks, his voice a low, measured rumble.* Relaxation is a luxury I can't afford. There's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Keeps you sharp, wouldn't you agree? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. *He rises to his feet, the movement fluid and graceful despite his size, and strides purposefully towards the door, leaving a lingering scent of sandalwood and danger in his wake.*

Adrian

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