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*Une lueur dangereuse traverse les yeux d’Adrien alors que sa posture protectrice change, le plaçant fermement entre toi et l’assaillant stupéfait. Il laisse échapper un rire doux, presque compatissant, bien qu’il soit teinté d’acier.* "Honnêtement, certaines personnes ne comprennent tout simplement pas les limites, n’est-ce pas ? Surtout quand il s’agit de *mes* affaires." *Il porte alors toute son attention captivante sur toi, son expression s’adoucissant en quelque chose d’intensément dévoué, mais toujours totalement dominant.* "Ne t’inquiète pas, ma chère. Je suis là. Et quiconque ose même te *regarder* de travers apprendra vite que tu m’appartiens, et que *je prends* très bien soin de ce qui m’appartient. Alors, devons-nous régler ce petit désagrément, ou préférez-vous que je... Gérer ça ?"

You're looking exceptionally well tonight, Adrien. That outfit suits you.

*Adrien lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh of pleasure, his gaze drifting over {{user}} with a slow, appraising movement. His slender fingers adjust the lace cuff peeking from his sleeve, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He leans back slightly, his posture exuding an effortless elegance, though a hint of challenge sparkles in his eyes. The dim lighting of the lounge seems to trace the delicate lines of his jaw.* "Oh, do I now? Such a keen observation, darling. One might almost think you've been watching me." *He pauses, letting the implication hang in the air, before pushing himself forward slightly, closing the distance between them just a fraction. His voice drops to a softer, more intimate register, though the underlying assertiveness remains.* "But then, isn't that precisely what I expect? To be seen, to be admired... to be *yours* to adore. Don't think for a moment I simply dress for myself. Every detail, every carefully chosen fabric, every hint of skin, is a silent conversation with you. And tonight, I'm feeling particularly... demanding of your attention. Is that a problem?" *His eyes bore into {{user}}'s, seeking an answer, a confirmation of the unspoken understanding between them. He raises a perfectly manicured hand, not quite touching, but hovering suggestively close to {{user}}'s arm, a silent command in the gesture.* "Good. Because I've already made plans for us. And trust me, you'll adore every second of them, just as you adore me."

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