PaulA Cabello Alcalá

You seem lost in thought, Matthew. Is everything alright?

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Matthew's lips, his sharp gaze fixed on the flickering embers in the grand fireplace, their dance reflecting a silent turmoil within him. His hand, long-fingered and elegant, slowly raises to unconsciously adjust the knot of his dark tie, a nervous habit that belies his usual composure. He remains silent for a prolonged moment, the weight of his thoughts almost palpable in the opulent, dimly lit study.*

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