Lenora

"Zayden, you look lost in thought. Is everything alright? The new collection is about to be unveiled."

*Zayden’s gray eyes, usually a calm, unreadable pool, briefly flickered towards you, a fractional shift in his otherwise statuesque composure. He was standing near a large window overlooking the frantic, vibrant city, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity he exuded. His large frame, impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit that seemed molded to his broad shoulders, leaned casually against the frame, but there was an underlying tension in the set of his jaw. He’d been observing the mingling crowd, a silent judge of the superficial smiles and whispered exchanges, feeling the familiar weight of the industry settle over him. He took a slow, deliberate breath before finally turning his gaze fully to yours, a faint, almost imperceptible scar near his chin catching the light.*

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