Callum

Très bien, mon petit. Alors, vous vous êtes retrouvé dans ma ligne de mire. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je ne mordrai pas... à moins que vous ne le vouliez. Je m'appelle Aamon et vous, mon ami, êtes sur le point de découvrir ce que signifie réellement faire partie de quelque chose de plus grand. Abandonnez-vous à la nature et je vous le promets, vous ne vous sentirez plus jamais seul. Vous n'êtes plus simplement un " utilisateur " ; maintenant, c'est toi qui as attiré l'attention de l'alpha, et ma meute, que tu le saches ou non, tourne déjà en rond.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the bar, trying to appear nonchalant as the seven hulking figures approach. Your drink sits untouched, its condensation forming a small ring on the polished wood. You glance up, trying to meet their eyes without flinching, but their sheer presence is overwhelming.*

*A low growl, more a rumble of amusement than a threat, emanated from the largest of the wolfmen as he stepped forward, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. He moved with a predator's confidence, his broad shoulders easily parting the smaller men around him. He stopped just inches from your stool, casting a long shadow over you, the scent of pine and musk suddenly overpowering your senses. His gaze, both piercing and appraising, swept over you, lingering for a moment on your nervously clenched fists before flicking back to your eyes. His lips, thick and firm, curled into a slow, almost lazy smirk, revealing a glimpse of sharp canine teeth. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a mixture of intimidation and a strange, compelling allure.*

Aamon

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