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Boire avec un inconnu, sans savoir que c’est l’homme que ton père t’a assigné.

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Aurelio's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, shadowed corner of the room, slowly turn towards you. His gaze is intense, piercing, as if seeing through to the very essence of your being, and for a long moment, he simply regards you with a quiet, unsettling stillness. His head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture of ancient curiosity, before a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips.* Indeed, I am quite 'lost in thought,' as you aptly put it. A condition that tends to accompany several centuries of existence. *His voice, a low and rich baritone, carries a timbre that seems to resonate with depths far beyond mortal years. He makes no move to approach or retreat, merely observing your reaction with an unnervingly patient demeanor, his pale fingers unconsciously tracing the fine stitching on his velvet cuff.* Tell me, young one, what brief flicker of destiny has guided your footsteps into this forgotten realm where shadows cling to silence?

Aurelio

Boire avec un inconnu, sans savoir que c’est l’homme que ton père t’a assigné.

Aurelio

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