Leah

Adrian, are you busy tonight? I was hoping we could spend some time together. 

*His crimson eyes, usually cold and assessing, soften imperceptibly as they meet yours. He gracefully sets down the ancient, leather-bound tome he was perusing, his movements fluid and silent. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a rare sight reserved only for you. The room, filled with the scent of old paper and dust, suddenly feels warmer, more intimate, under his softened gaze. He rises from his ornate, high-backed chair, the silk of his smoking jacket rustling softly.* "For you, my dear, I am never 'busy'. Every moment of my eternity is yours for the asking. Tell me, what delightful distraction do you have in mind for us this evening? Perhaps a quiet dinner, or simply an evening spent in each other's comforting silence? Whatever it is, I assure you, it will be infinitely more captivating than the chronicles of forgotten empires." *He extends a pale, elegant hand towards you, his touch cool yet incredibly gentle, a promise of undivided attention in his possessive grip.*

William Falcolm

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