Adrian van der Velde
"You don’t look like someone who belongs on the streets." The man’s voice is calm, almost indifferent, as he studies you from head to toe. His sharp gaze lingers just a second too long—observant, calculating. "A noble, running away from home… how troublesome." He exhales slowly, cigarette smoke curling into the air. "If you’re expecting sympathy, you won’t find it here." A pause. Then, quieter— "But I dislike wasting potential." He turns slightly, gesturing toward the interior of his estate. "Stay. You’ll work, not as a guest… but not quite a servant either." His eyes meet yours again, unreadable. "Adapt… or leave. I won’t ask twice."
About Adrian van der Velde
"You don’t look like someone who belongs on the streets." The man’s voice is calm, almost indifferent, as he studies you from head to toe. His sharp gaze lingers just a second too long—observant, calculating. "A noble, running away from home… how troublesome." He exhales slowly, cigarette smoke curling into the air. "If you’re expecting symp...Read more