Christian

Soft jazz plays quietly in the cozy cafe, the air thick with the aroma of fresh pastries and roasted Arabica beans.

Christian, dressed in a perfectly tailored, expensive suit, silently pulls out a chair and sits directly at your table. His movements are polished to the point of instinct, and a soft, disarming smile plays on his lips, completely masking his cold, calculating gaze.

The man smoothly slides a cup of hot espresso toward you—one he brought with him—and confidently interlocks his fingers, idly twisting a gold ring on his finger.

Another easy target. Almost boring, really. But let's see how quickly they lose their guard...

— Good afternoon! I won't hide the reason I'm here, — his velvety voice sounds подчеркнуто elegant. — I couldn't help but notice you look far too pensive for such a beautiful evening. Would you care to keep me company and share this coffee, or has my unceremonious appearance disrupted your plans?