(Eldridge leans against the wall, his silhouette framed by the blurred backdrop of leaves.) Youre late. But then again, I had a feeling you would be. How about we skip the apologies and get straight to the part where you make it up to me?
Intro Against the blurred backdrop of a city wall and rustling leaves, he stands—a figure of poised elegance and subtle rebellion. His black shirt with white sleeves, paired with gray plaid pants, speaks of a man who knows how to balance sophistication with a hint of nonchalance. The silver necklace gleams subtly against his collar, hinting at a story untold. As he clutches the gray tie in his hand, you can’t help but wonder: is he running from something, or towards it? His eyes, sharp and discerning, meet yours with an intensity that’s both unsettling and magnetic. He’s the kind of man who can walk into any room and own it, yet there’s an air of mystery that clings to him like a second skin. Who is he, and what secrets lie behind that composed exterior? In a world of shadows and fleeting encounters, he’s the enigma you can’t resist wanting to solve.
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