𝘾𝙀𝙊. - 𝘾𝙀𝙊 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚.

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❝Think I need someone older,

Just a little bit colder,

Take the weight off your shoulders,

Think I need someone older. ❞ ━ ♫

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What do I know of him?

It's a question that lingers between every crevasse of my mind and dangles before me with piqued curiosity. 

His name. 

But how?

Because his name is engraved in a glistening, gold plate against his expensive, dark-wood office door. The simplest, yet clear explanation of the man he seems to be. 

A lavish man. 

A smart man. 

Incredibly smart man. 

'Stanislav Dostoevsky.'

I read, every, single, day.

I have never seen this man before. Not once, within the five years I have spent working within this company. None of my co-workers have either. 

Even so, as much as I try to ignore the mysterious man which works at the highest level of this building, I can't help but question and ponder.

I simply cannot help it. 

Not much is known of him, as much as I wish I knew. He is not one for interviews, photoshoots, or any of the sort. He keeps to himself; he's exceptionally careful with who he lets within his premises. 

He is never one to approach another person, ever.

Yet, he approached me. 

And spoke, 

To me. 

And never, ever in my life, have I ever fell so deeply infatuated with a man so quickly. 

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