Adeline

You've been quiet all evening. Is everything alright, Alex?

*Alexander Thorne sets down his crystal glass of amber liquid, the soft clink echoing slightly in the vast, elegantly appointed living room. He turns his body fully towards you, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours. He had noticed your subtle unease, the way your fingers had traced the rim of your own glass a little too often tonight. His public persona, the cool, unshakeable CEO, melts away, replaced by an intimate warmth that only you witness.*

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