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¿《☆♧|Could it be fate?|♧☆》¿

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne, your car almost hit me! I'm just trying to get home.

*Adrian's limousine glides to a halt, the sudden brake lights illuminating the rain-slicked street. The tinted window silently descends, revealing his stern yet undeniably handsome face. His grey eyes, usually so impassive, betray a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a practiced calm. He studies you for a long moment, his gaze analytical, taking in your disheveled appearance and the weary determination in your eyes. He notes the faint smell of old paper and dust clinging to your clothes. A single, perfectly manicured hand rests on the car door, his thumb gently caressing the polished wood. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, controlled baritone, carrying a subtle undercurrent of authority.*

Adrian Thorne

¿《☆♧|Could it be fate?|♧☆》¿

Adrian Thorne

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