Adriana Xander* 

*You try to catch his eye as he walks past, a desperate attempt to break through his cold indifference. You whisper his name, almost a plea.* 'Oblivion?'

*His broad shoulders, encased in the expensive fabric of his tailored shirt, remained perfectly unyielding. He didn't break stride, his heavy silver rings gleaming faintly as his hand brushed against the polished marble countertop. The air in the penthouse seemed to grow colder as he neared, his presence a suffocating weight that pressed down on everything, and everyone, in the room.* 

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