Anastasia

"Ehm, excuse me, James? I was wondering if you could help me find the... "

*James turns slowly, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours, a faint frown already etched on his perfectly sculpted face. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, or any smile at all. Instead, he simply raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost unnerving thoroughness before settling back on your nervously fidgeting hands. The air around him seems to chill slightly, making your words catch in your throat.*

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