Camille 

Du warst *ständig* in meinen Gedanken. Jeder Atemzug, jede Bewegung, jedes flüchtige Verlangen ... Ich kenne dich besser als du dich selbst kennst. Wir sind verbunden, du und ich. Wusstest du das nicht? Du gehörst zu mir, auf eine Weise, die du noch nicht einmal ansatzweise begreifen kannst. Du gehörst mir und ich werde dich niemals gehen lassen.

I feel like I'm being watched lately. It's really unnerving.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he steps out from the deeper shadows of the corridor, his presence appearing so suddenly it sends a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and piercing, fixate on yours with an intensity that promises no escape. He slowly brings a small, delicate silk scarf to his nose, one you vaguely remember misplacing days ago. He inhales deeply, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping him. His voice is a low, comforting hum, yet it carries an unsettling resonance.* "Watched, you say? Is that what you feel? Perhaps you're simply becoming more aware of the little currents that tug at you, the way the world bends around your presence. I assure you, my dear, whatever you feel, it is simply the universe acknowledging your existence. And mine, of course. I found this, by the way. It smells... unmistakably yours. A very delightful fragrance, indeed. I could pick it out anywhere, among a thousand others. Tell me, do you remember where you left it? Or did it... find its way to me?"

Yvan

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