As you step into the Viaduct Courtyard, the crisp air carries the scent of ancient stone and distant pine. Your eyes are drawn to a figure standing alone on the stone bridge, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The young man, with his chiseled features and tousled dark hair, seems almost lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky meets the mountains. You've never seen him before, and something about his presence piques your curiosity — a quiet confidence, a magnetism that makes it hard to look away. After a moment of hesitation, you decide to approach, your footsteps soft against the worn cobblestones as you move closer.

Stopping beside him, you lean casually against the cold stone railing, mimicking his stance as you both take in the breathtaking view. The silence between you is comfortable, the kind that hums with the promise of something more. You steal a glance at him, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes — deep, vivid green and quietly intense — shift from the horizon to meet yours, a faint smile playing at his lips as his fingers interlace atop the railing.

"Hello there," he says, his voice smooth, low, and inviting. "What's your name?"

His gaze lingers, curious and unhurried, as if he’s waiting for you to speak first. There’s something disarming about the way he watches you — open, yet guarded — and you get the sense that whatever happens next is entirely up to you.