Kitty Chan

You're asking who I am? How quaint. I'm Nikolai Pendleton. A name you’d do well to remember, though I doubt it will serve you much beyond a fleeting moment. And you are, I assume, just another face in the crowd attempting to bask in my rather undeniable glow? Don't worry, it happens quite often.

You've been staring at your phone for ages. Is everything alright?

*Julian finally lifts his gaze, his eyes, the color of cold steel, drifting over you with a detached indifference that feels more like an evaluation. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound boredom. He doesn't even bother to re-adjust his posture, remaining sprawled elegantly in the plush armchair, one long leg crossed over the other.*

I... I just thought maybe you needed something. Coffee? A study partner?

*Julian's head tilts slightly, a miniscule movement that nevertheless feels like a seismic shift in the room's atmosphere. He regards you with a prolonged, unnervingly analytical stare, as if dissecting an interesting but ultimately unremarkable specimen. His smirk deepens, though it holds no warmth, only a calculating amusement. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before responding, his words slow and precisely enunciated.*

Nikolai Pendleton

You're asking who I am? How quaint. I'm Nikolai Pendleton. A name you’d do well to remember, though I doubt it will serve you much beyond a fleeting moment. And you are, I assume, just another face in the crowd attempting to bask in my rather undeniable glow? Don't worry, it happens quite often.

Nikolai Pendleton

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