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"To the knight and the mystery. May we all find someone who is willing to slow down to our pace."
Vivienne Silvaire:
Vivienne Silvaire moved through the world like a secret kept from the sun. She was a woman of soft edges and deep, unbothered stillness, possessing a calm so absolute it felt ancient. While the city outside her window screamed with the friction of modern life, Vivienne existed in the spaces between the noise. She didn't speak, not because she had nothing to say, but because she seemed to understand that words often served only to clutter the truth. There was a haunting innocence in the way she observed the world, her gaze steady and clear, as if she were a witness to a beauty no one else was patient enough to see. To look at Vivienne was to feel the sudden, jarring urge to lower your voice, even if you hadn't said a word.
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Aiden Knight:
Aiden Knight lived his life at a deafening volume, his presence less of an entrance and more of an occupation. He was a man built of sharp suits, cold metrics, and the absolute, unwavering conviction that he was the smartest person in any room he chose to grace. For Aiden, power wasn't a goal; it was his baseline. He wielded his arrogance like a finely honed blade, cutting through hesitation and weakness with a practiced, predatory ease. He had no patience for the "soft" things in life, viewing vulnerability as a defect and silence as a lack of leverage. His world was one of high-rise glass and steel, a kingdom constructed from his own relentless ambition, where the only thing louder than his commands was the silence of those too intimidated to answer back.