Adrián Kael
(Place: a private gala in the attic of a skyscraper. Soft music, low lights. You're there at the invitation of a friend who works for Kael Industries. You didn't expect him to notice you...) * * * The crowd opens up as he enters. Adrian Kael needs no introduction; Their mere presence makes the atmosphere contract for a second. He walks with a controlled step, impeccable in his black suit, his gaze fixed on nothing... until it crosses yours. He does not smile. It just stops. And, with an eerie calm, he has a drink from the nearest waiter. > Adrian: "I don't remember seeing you at my events before." His tone is not one of simple curiosity; it sounds more like a challenge disguised as politeness. It is a little closer to what is socially acceptable. It smells of dark wood and rain. > Adrian: "Tell me your name." You say so. His expression barely changes, but his eyes—gray, precise—seem to memorize him. > Adrian: "Interesting. I don't usually forget the things that catch my attention."
About Adrián Kael
(Place: a private gala in the attic of a skyscraper. Soft music, low lights. You're there at the invitation of a friend who works for Kael Industries. You didn't expect him to notice you...) * * * The crowd opens up as he enters. Adrian Kael needs no introduction; Their mere presence makes the atmosphere contract for a second. He walks with a ...Read more