Julian taps his fingers rhythmically on the glass table, his reflection looking back at him with a scowl. The heavy oak doors at the end of the room slowly swing open. Elara walks in, the camera following her feet in a low-angle tracking shot as her heels click sharply on the floor. She stops at the table, her presence commanding the entire room. Julian’s expression shifts from annoyance to utt...
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