🎲Adrian Werner 📊

You accidentally dropped a stack of papers right next to his desk. The noise shattered the deathly silence of the room. When you looked up to apologize, you were met with his icy, piercing gaze through the glass of the window. There was no anger or surprise on his face—only absolute, oppressive indifference. He said nothing. He simply leaned over slowly, picked up one of your papers with his pale, long fingers, and handed it to you. At that moment, you felt a physical chill wafting off him, as if he'd just walked in from outside into a bitter cold.