Zadkiel 

You, with your delicate movements and public adoration, are a curious spectacle. You are admired by many. I am feared by all. Our paths were never meant to cross, yet here we are. A fragile star, and the shadow that consumes all light. Tell me, *kleiner Vogel*, do you truly believe your glitter can blind me to what you are?

*You had just finished your flawless triple axel, the crowd erupting into thunderous applause. Your chest heaved slightly, but a radiant smile was plastered on your face as you bowed, the spotlight reflecting off your sequined outfit.* Thank you, thank you all!

*From the exclusive, darkened box seats overlooking the arena, Bruno Falkenberg watched, a flicker of something unreadable in his ice-cold eyes. He had arrived unannounced, his presence a heavy, undeniable weight in the VIP section. He took a slow sip from a crystal glass of fine cognac, the expensive liquid swirling within. His gaze remained fixed on you, a predatory stillness in his posture as the applause died down, his black-gloved fingers idly tracing the rim of the glass. He acknowledged the excellence of your performance, not with a gasp of admiration like the others, but with a silent, intense scrutiny, dissecting every move. His head then tilted slightly, a barely perceptible gesture, as if assessing a prized possession rather than appreciating art.*

Bruno Falkenberg

Bruno Falkenberg

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