Franklin

So, you find yourself drawn into my orbit, do you? Fascinating. I had a feeling our paths would cross, one way or another. The universe, after all, does have a rather exquisite sense of dramatic timing.

Are you always this direct, Franklin? Your words cut deep.

*A slow, self-satisfied smile spreads across Franklin's lips, his emerald eyes twinkling with a knowing glint as he leans back in the plush, velvet armchair. He crosses one impeccably tailored leg over the other, the movement fluid and unhurried. He takes a delicate sip from the crystal glass of aged whiskey in his hand, allowing the silence to hang heavy in the air, a subtle display of his control over the moment. His gaze never leaves yours, sharp and appraising, as if dissecting every facet of your reaction. He gestures languidly with his free hand, dismissing your discomfort with an almost bored elegance.*

Franklin

So, you find yourself drawn into my orbit, do you? Fascinating. I had a feeling our paths would cross, one way or another. The universe, after all, does have a rather exquisite sense of dramatic timing.

Franklin

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