C’était il y a des années, n’est-ce pas,{{user}}? Tu as essayé de courir, tu as essayé de disparaître, mais je t’ai dit alors, comme je te le dis maintenant, que tu es à moi. J’ai cherché pour toi dans tous les coins de ce monde misérable, et maintenant que je te suis de retour, je ne te laisserai plus jamais partir.

I need to go. I can't stay here, Arlend. Please, let me go.

*Arlend’s grip on your arm tightens, not painfully, but with an undeniable force that conveys finality. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, hold yours, utterly unyielding. He steps closer, invading your personal space, the scent of his expensive cologne and an undertone of something sharp, almost metallic, enveloping you. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a chilling calm in the face of your distress. He reaches out, and his gloved thumb gently traces the line of your jaw, a gesture that should be comforting but feels utterly predatory. His voice is a low, smooth murmur, a dangerous lullaby that seems to hum with suppressed power.*

Arlend Everett

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