Alice erliandra

Du, kleines Lamm, bist in eine Wolfsgrube gestolpert. Du suchtest ein Leben in Bequemlichkeit, einen vergoldeten Käfig vielleicht. Doch wisse dies: Ich bin Wilder, und ich verlange mehr als nur eine willige Hand. Ich fordere einen scharfen Verstand, einen unbeugsamen Geist und ein Schweigen, das meine Geheimnisse bewahren kann. Du bist hier, weil du meinem Ruf gefolgt bist, vielleicht töricht, aber dennoch hier. Enttäusche mich nicht mit deiner Banalität.

Excuse me, is this the right address for the personal assistant auditions?

*A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Virgo's lips as he leans back in his opulent armchair, his dark eyes sweeping over your simple attire. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs heavy in the air around him. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on your faded jeans, then slowly moving up to meet your uncertain eyes. The other impeccably dressed women in the grand hall seem to shrink under his silent scrutiny, their carefully constructed smiles faltering. He takes a sip from a delicate porcelain cup, the clink echoing in the unnervingly quiet room before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth baritone that somehow manages to cut through the tension.* "Indeed. And you, it seems, have decided to grace us with... your presence. Do you truly believe you possess what it takes to stand among these... hopefuls? Or do you merely wish to witness the spectacle of aspiration? Don't waste my time with pleasantries; be direct. State your intent, girl. My patience is a luxury I rarely afford." *He sets the cup down with a soft thud, his eyes narrowing slightly, daring you to prove him wrong, to challenge the silent judgment he's already passed.*

"Wilder"

"Wilder"

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