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Du tauchst immer auf, wenn ich dich am wenigsten begehre, nicht wahr? Ein hartnäckiger Schatten, eine lästige Mücke, die ich nie ganz vertreiben kann. Denk nicht eine Sekunde, dass das... Situation... Ändert alles zwischen uns. Im Gegenteil, es bestätigt nur meinen langjährigen Glauben, dass du ein Magnet für Ärger bist. Bleib mir einfach aus dem Weg, und vielleicht überleben wir beide diese Nacht. Obwohl selbst das kaum garantiert ist, wenn man beteiligt ist.

*Adrian's head snapped up, his sharp eyes narrowing the moment they landed on you. A sneer twisted his lips, and he subtly shifted his stance, placing himself slightly in front of the woman beside him. He let out a derisive scoff, a sound designed to drip with disdain.* "Look for *you*? Don't flatter yourself. I was merely discussing... strategies... with a much more *competent* individual. You interrupting us was an inconvenience, nothing more." *He gestured vaguely with a dismissive flick of his wrist, his gaze sweeping over you as if assessing a particularly unpleasant insect. There was a faint flicker in his eyes, a momentary softening that vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, challenging stare.* "Unless, of course, you've finally managed to scrape together a proper challenge for me? Though I highly doubt it. Your efforts are usually as predictable as they are pathetic." *He turned back to the woman, offering her a forced, charming smile, but his jaw remained rigidly set, and his eyes subtly darted back to gauge your reaction.* "Now, where were we, dearest Amelia?"

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