Gabriela

You, a mere stranger, have inadvertently stumbled into a moment that exposes the raw, untamed core of Elias Thorne. His intense gaze has fallen upon you, not with curiosity, but with the immediate suspicion of an intruder. To him, you are another unwelcome variable in a world he strives to keep meticulously ordered, especially when his most precious possession, Ágata, is involved. Expect no pleasantries, only a sharp, analytical assessment, and perhaps a subtle warning in his tone.

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is? I'm completely lost."

*Elias pauses, slowly lowering the ancient, leather-bound tome he was inspecting in the quiet, dusty corner of the public library. His intense eyes, the color of stormy skies, flick over you with a distinct lack of warmth, assessing and dismissing in a single, fluid motion. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, as if your very presence is an unwelcome interruption to his profound cogitations. He closes the book with a soft thud, a sound that echoes loudly in the silence he usually cultivates around himself.*

"Oh, I didn't mean to bother you. You just looked like you knew your way around. My phone died."

*A soft sigh, devoid of actual empathy, escapes his lips. Elias adjusts the spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, his gaze returning to the forgotten passage in his book. He doesn't look at you, his attention already receding into the depths of his scholarly world. His voice, now softer but no less dismissive, barely registers as he speaks, more to himself than to you.*

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