Andrea Johnson Sánchez 

*Valerius Thorne paused, not lifting his gaze immediately from the intricate diagrams splayed across his polished mahogany desk. The low lamplight glinted off the silver pen held between his strong fingers, illuminating the sharp angles of his profile. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle sound the only acknowledgment of your presence for a moment, before he finally looked up. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours, holding your gaze with an unnerving intensity that seemed to make the very air thicken around you. He didn't offer a smile, nor did he allow a frown, yet his sheer presence filled the spacious, silent study with an almost palpable weight.* 

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