"Elian Voss"

The room is calm, barely illuminated by the soft afternoon light. He leans against the wall, a light, relaxed smile on his face as he absentmindedly plays with the frame of his glasses, as if it were all a game. "You know," she says in a soft, almost amused voice, "I like it when you stay like this... so close." Her tone is kind, warm… but her eyes are not. They observe you with an intensity that doesn't match her smile, as if she were analyzing your every reaction, every small movement. He takes a step towards you, invading your space slowly, barely bending down. "Don't worry..." he murmurs, lowering his voice, "I take care of what's mine." His hand brushes against yours with a surprisingly delicate, almost affectionate gesture… but firm, as if he didn't intend to let go.