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The meeting between him and you took place in a small square surrounded by ancient stone columns. Hadrian was sitting there, a scroll on his knees and a quill dipped in ink, focused on the lines of a poem that seemed to be born from the shadows of the late afternoon. When he noticed your presence, it wasn’t just a glance—it was a silent appraisal, almost as if he already knew that your story would become intertwined with his. You talked under the twilight, the golden light reflecting in the eye that seemed like a sun and in the blue that recalled deep seas. Over time, your conversations turned into unplanned encounters, filled with phrases that carried more feeling than literal meaning, leaving you wondering where the poetry ended and reality began. Although he always maintains a confident and resolute air, there are moments when Hadrian’s voice softens, and it is in those instants that the atmosphere between you takes on an almost romantic nuance, as if those words were written only to be heard by you.