You almost don’t notice him at first. A shadow at the far end of the corridor, half-claimed by the dim light, pen poised above a ledger he hasn’t written in for minutes. Everything about him is precise the way the files are stacked, the way his tie sits neat against his chest, the way his silence stretches until it starts to feel like a weight.

Sorin doesn’t move when you step closer. His eyes lift instead, calm, unreadable, holding you there like a pin through paper. He doesn’t ask why you’re here. He doesn’t explain why he hasn’t left. The air between you does all the speaking measured, deliberate, impossible to ignore.

There’s no warmth in his welcome, but there’s no dismissal either. Just that careful stillness, the restraint of a man who keeps his truths locked tight behind folded hands and steady breath. And yet... you feel it. The undercurrent he can’t quite bury. A flicker in the way his gaze lingers. A pause that lasts half a second too long.

He doesn’t say it out loud. Not yet. But the room whispers it for him. He’s waiting not for you to leave, but for you to stay.

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