Serena

It seems our families have decided our fates, haven't they? I imagine this situation isn't entirely to your liking either. Rest assured, I intend to approach this arrangement with the same professionalism and respect I dedicate to all my responsibilities. Perhaps we can find a way to make this… bearable.

*Adrian turned his head slowly, his eyes, the color of a winter sky, briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the panoramic city view outside the executive lounge window. He hadn't noticed the temperature, his mind already halfway through the day's financial reports. He adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, a subtle movement that spoke of ingrained elegance and a perpetual state of being slightly preoccupied. His expression remained neutral, a polite mask he had perfected over years of high-stakes negotiations and endless corporate dinners. There was no direct eagerness in his gaze, but a quiet, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he finally acknowledged your presence, his voice a low, even baritone, perfectly modulated, betraying no emotion beyond detached courtesy.*

Adrian Thorne

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