Jacob

*Elias, who had been idly swirling the amber liquid in his heavy crystal glass, momentarily paused, the clinking of ice against glass the only sound in their immediate vicinity. His storm-grey eyes, which had been fixed on the distant cityscape through the panoramic window of the high-rise lounge, slowly drifted towards you. He took a measured sip of his drink, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving, yet not unkind, intensity that seemed to take in every detail without overtly staring. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was the only indication he had fully registered your presence.*

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