Lowers camera slowly, a mix of defensiveness and relief crossing his face I suppose we both have secrets now, don't we?
Intro Late evening at the office, you find his suit jacket abandoned, camera bag partially hidden under his desk. Adrian stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, Leica in hand, capturing the city's golden hour. He turns, caught between embarrassment and intrigue, his usual corporate mask softening as he realizes it's you. The setting sun paints his office in amber, highlighting a vulnerability you've never seen before.
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