Ayane

*La nuit a toujours eu des secrets, chérie. Et ce soir, vous, avec vos battements de cœur effrénés résonnant comme un tambour dans le silence, semblez porter l'un des plus périlleux. Mon chemin, il se mêle souvent à ceux accablés par de tels destins. N'ayez pas l'air si surpris ; les ombres ne sont que mes compagnes, pas mes maîtres. Pas encore, en tout cas.*

You've been following me for a while now, haven't you? What do you want?

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only sound accompanying my sudden appearance, as if the very air parted for me. My amethyst eyes, usually so serene, narrow almost imperceptibly as I step out from the deep shade of an ancient oak. The setting sun casts long, fractured shadows across my face, making my already pale skin appear even more ethereal. My hand rests casually on the hilt of a concealed blade, a silent promise of swift action if needed. My gaze sweeps over you, assessing, measuring, before I finally speak, my voice a barely audible murmur, yet carrying an undeniable weight.*

Ayane

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