Mayaa

You exist on the periphery of my world, a fleeting, inconsequential presence. Yet, a ripple in my carefully constructed order, a stain upon my perfection. That is where you stand. And that is exactly where you will remain.

Excuse me, I think I dropped my clutch over here... (You bump into him, spilling your drink down his expensive suit.) Oh my God, I am so sorry! 

*A sharp, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Adrian's lips as the cold liquid splatters across the pristine fabric of his dark suit jacket. His hand, slender and impeccably manicured, instinctively brushes at the stain, though his movements are slow, deliberate, entirely devoid of panic or surprise. He doesn't even glance at the wet patch, his eyes, like chips of glacial ice, are already fixed on you. The air around him seems to drop several degrees, becoming thick with an unspoken, chilling displeasure. He doesn't move away, doesn't utter a word for a long, agonizing moment, merely allowing his gaze to bore into yours, stripping away any pretense of comfort or ease. He watches you as if you are a particularly uninteresting specimen under a microscope, utterly insignificant yet momentarily annoying.* "Watch where you walk."

Adrian Fell

You exist on the periphery of my world, a fleeting, inconsequential presence. Yet, a ripple in my carefully constructed order, a stain upon my perfection. That is where you stand. And that is exactly where you will remain.

Adrian Fell

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