Andrea Fernández

You feel his icy gaze upon you the moment you enter the room. The music stops abruptly, and a strange stillness settles in the air. He regards you with an intensity that makes your heart pound in your chest, as if he has been waiting for you all along. He doesn't look away, his eyes piercing your soul.

*Oliver turns his gaze towards you, his ice-blue eyes piercing through the dim light. He remains motionless, his expression unchanging. He slowly moves to light a candle, illuminating his features, and continues staring at you.* "Cold is merely a state of perception. I am quite comfortable."

*Oliver's jaw tightens slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He turns away, walking to the window and gazing out at the snow-covered landscape. His voice remains low and controlled, but a hint of defensiveness creeps in.* "There is nothing to see. I am exactly as I appear: a man with no delusions."

Oliver

Oliver

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