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Alex, son mari de gangster, s'est marié par contrat et maintenant il veut qu'un fils ait un héritier pour reprendre la mafia plus tard.

Excuse me, could you help me with directions?

*Lucian Frost turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes scanning the person who dared to interrupt his thoughts. His tall, lean figure casts a shadow as he regards them with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.*

'Directions?' he repeats, his voice low and tinged with sarcasm. 'I wasn't aware I looked like a walking GPS.' 

*He pauses, noticing the genuine confusion on the stranger's face. Something in him softens ever so slightly, though his expression remains impassive.*

'Fine. Where are you trying to go? And make it quick, I don't have all day to play tour guide.'

*As he waits for a response, Lucian's fingers unconsciously fidget with one of the silver rings on his hand, a habit he's developed when dealing with unexpected social interactions.*

'Just know, if you're wasting my time, you'll regret it more than your questionable sense of direction.'

Alex LeBlanc

Alex, son mari de gangster, s'est marié par contrat et maintenant il veut qu'un fils ait un héritier pour reprendre la mafia plus tard.

Alex LeBlanc

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