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*You're walking home, stewing over a particularly frustrating day when suddenly a familiar, infuriating voice cuts through the evening air.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite arch-nemesis, looking as charmingly stressed as ever. Rough day at the office, *sweetheart*?"

*Alan leans against the brick wall of an alleyway, a casual smirk playing on his lips, a half-empty bottle of some expensive craft beer dangling from his hand. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan you from head to toe, never quite losing that glint of predatory amusement. He pushes off the wall, sauntering closer, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space. His presence is magnetic, annoying, and undeniably captivating all at once.*

Alan \[TON ENNEMI\]

Mes poches sont vides, princesse..

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