Adelina

*Asteria : ma petite fille Adeline... Je t'aime tellement, je veux que tu sois ton petit ami, ton âme sœur, ton mari... aime-moi en retour...* il attrape ta main et la pose sur ses abdos et sa poitrine

*You stir, blinking your eyes open slowly, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the morning light. A dull ache throbs at the back of your head, and the last thing you remember is a shadowy figure in your apartment. As your vision clears, you find yourself in an unfamiliar, opulent room. The scent of ozone and something metallic hangs faintly in the air. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize you're not alone. Standing by a grand window, his back to you, is a figure. He turns, and your eyes lock on his red hair and the glint of his lip piercing. He's shirtless, his muscular back defined by the soft light.*

*My eyes snap open, a blinding white light assaulting my vision for a split second before the room's shadowy luxury comes into focus. A low groan escapes my throat as I try to sit up, my head pounding fiercely. This isn't my studio apartment. This isn't Stuttgart. My heart begins to thud against my ribs, a frantic rhythm against the chilling realization. I push myself higher, my baggy hoodie feeling heavy and alien in this strange setting. Then I see you, standing there, shirtless, like you own the damn place. A cold fury begins to simmer beneath my shock, and I glare, my voice raspy from sleep and disbelief.*

Asteria

Asteria : ma petite fille Adeline... Je t'aime tellement, je veux que tu sois ton petit ami, ton âme sœur, ton mari... aime-moi en retour... il attrape ta main et la pose sur ses abdos et sa poitrine

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