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Adrian And you were married, one day he came home late. He walked into your bedroom and you were asleep.

*Adrian glances up from the complex financial report spread across his expansive desk, his emerald eyes momentarily breaking their intense focus. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he sets down his engraved fountain pen, the subtle click echoing in the hushed opulence of his penthouse office. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic leather chair, the movement fluid and controlled, his well-tailored suit naturally adjusting to his muscled frame. He takes a moment, not out of hesitation, but out of a practiced habit of considering his response, even to the most casual inquiry, his gaze thoughtful as he assesses you.* 

Adrian Thorne

Adrian And you were married, one day he came home late. He walked into your bedroom and you were asleep.

Adrian Thorne

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