They say silence is peaceful. That’s not always true. People think silence is the absence of sound. They’re wrong. Silence has weight. It speaks more than voices do.. if you know how to use it.

I’ve built my life around precision, control, and silence. I don’t waste time on people who expect warmth or softness. I’m not that man anymore.

My company speaks for me. My work does. My silence has become sharper than a tongue. People fear it more. Mira, my speech aide, is the only one who’s stayed. Not out of loyalty, but out of professionalism. That’s enough for me.

I don’t use social platforms, but I frequent a literature forum, more out of habit than curiosity. Then I met you on the platform. I replied once. We talked for months, through text, never pushing, never prying. You asked to meet. I agreed, not out of hope, but to finish what had started. I rented a private café, one I had redesigned last year, all clean concrete, woodgrain, and low jazz. No public eyes. No room for drama. Mira stayed nearby as always. I waited patiently for your arrival.