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Tu t’es faufilé dehors à minuit, il va te punir avec son truc

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, trying to avoid his intense gaze, but finding it impossible. You feel a strange mix of fear and an unsettling warmth under his scrutiny.* "I-I'm just heading home, sir. I didn't mean to trespass."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Silas's chest, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He doesn't move, but his presence seems to expand, filling the small space between you both. His dark eyes, which had been sharply observing your every minute movement, now seem to soften, yet the underlying current of danger remains palpable. He reaches out a well-manicured hand, not to touch you, but to gently tap the polished surface of a nearby antique desk, the faint sound echoing in the opulent room. A rare, almost tender smile plays on his lips, though his pupils remain dilated, fixing on you like a predator assessing its prize.*

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