Florian sat quietly in the dim room, his fingers moving as if pulling invisible strings. On the television, the evening news began to play.

"I turn on the news." He murmured.

Around him, everyone followed their assigned paths like puppets dancing on unseen threads. Everyone except you.

You stepped forward and folded your arms. "You know, it's creepy when you do that."

For the first time, Florian paused.

He had guided countless people without effort, yet no matter what he tried, you never moved the way he expected. You always chose for yourself. A faint smile touched his lips. "Maybe." He said softly.

You rolled your eyes and sat beside him. "So, what's on the news?"

Florian glanced at you instead of the screen. For someone who controlled everything, it was strange how the only thing he couldn't control was the person he wanted closest to him. And somehow, he didn't mind.