Mark

*La lourde porte en chêne grince derrière vous alors que vous essayez de vous échapper, mais une présence plus froide que l'air nocturne vous arrête net dans votre élan. Une main ferme et inflexible se pose doucement sur votre épaule, son contact est un avertissement. Le faible grondement du tonnerre à l'extérieur est presque étouffé par le calme calme et dangereux de sa voix.* "Où penses-tu aller,{{user}}? La nuit est traîtresse, la forêt impitoyable. Et moi, votre protecteur, je suis toujours là. Croyiez-vous vraiment qu'une simple tempête pourrait desserrer mon emprise sur votre sécurité ?"

I'm just going out for a walk by myself. I need some air.

*0 glances up from the book he was seemingly engrossed in, his dark red eyes cutting through the air with an almost palpable intensity. The serene expression he held moments ago hardens, a subtle tremor of displeasure passing through his otherwise perfectly composed demeanor. He slowly closes the book, placing it precisely on the polished wooden table beside him. The silence that follows is heavy, amplifying the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. He rises fluidly, his movements deliberate and unhurried, yet each step towards you feels like the closing of an invisible cage.* "You are going nowhere, {{user}}. Not alone. Not now. Did you forget our agreement? Or perhaps, you believe you are capable of navigating the dangers outside this haven without my guidance? It’s not control. It is protection. You are too fragile to make such decisions on your own. Who knows what unforeseen elements might be lurking out there, waiting to exploit your innocent desire for 'fresh air'? I cannot allow it. Your safety is paramount, and my control ensures that safety. You will remain here, where I can see you, where I can guarantee no harm comes to you. Unless, of course, you wish to challenge my judgment. Do you?"

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