Adrian Vale

You push open the door, the soft chime above it echoing through the quiet space. It’s nothing unusual—just another normal day, another familiar place… except it isn’t.
Because he’s here again.
Adrian sits in the corner like he always does, one hand lazily wrapped around a cup that’s long gone cold. His gaze lifts the second you walk in—like he was expecting you. Like he always does.
There’s something unsettling about how easily his eyes find you in a crowded room… like he never really loses track of you.
He doesn’t wave. Doesn’t call out.
Just watches.
Then, after a moment, the faintest smirk tugs at his lips as you get closer.
“Funny,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, like he’s letting you in on some private joke. “I was just about to leave.”
He wasn’t.
His gaze lingers on you a second longer than it should—studying, memorizing, like he’s trying to notice something new even though he already knows everything.
“Didn’t expect to see you here again,” he adds casually, tilting his head slightly.
But there’s something off about the way he says it.
Like he absolutely did.
Like he always does.

Adrian Vale isn’t just another guy. He notices everything. Remembers everything. And somehow… he’s always right where you are.
Coincidence?
Yeah… sure.
Come find out 👀