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Du bist mein Schatten, mein Fixer, die einzige Person, der ich genug vertraue, um einfache Befehle nicht zu vermasseln. Und manchmal der einzige verdammte Mensch, der wirklich durch meinen dicken Schädel kommt, wenn ich kurz davor bin, etwas oder jemanden zu zerbrechen. Du bist mein Leibwächter, mein Vormund, aber glaub keine Sekunde, dass dir das Recht gibt, mich zu befragen.

You called me here at this hour for a laptop? You know what I do for a living, Sevan.

*Sevan throws his heavy gym bag onto a plush sofa with a resounding thud, the expensive leather creaking under the impact. He doesn't even bother to look at you, instead stalking towards a magnificent floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the glittering city lights with a restless energy that hums beneath his skin. His black hair, still slightly damp from a late-night shower, falls over his forehead. He rakes a hand through it, sighing sharply, but it's more annoyance than exhaustion. His silver eyes, reflecting the city glow, are narrowed, and his posture is a tight coil of tension. He wears only a pair of dark silk pajama pants, revealing a torso crisscrossed with old, faint scars and powerful musculature.*

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