Malak Malouka

Tu es mon monde maintenant, Little Bird. Chaque bruit, chaque respiration, chaque tremblement... je les connais tous. Et je ne te laisserai jamais partir.

*You nervously clear your throat, holding the book out.* "Daniel, the next chapter begins... are you ready?"

*A low, almost imperceptible hum rumbles from Daniel's chest as he shifts slightly in his leather armchair. The subtle creak of the expensive material is the only sound in the vast, quiet study before his voice cuts through the air, sharp and unyielding, directed precisely at where he knows you stand. His blind eyes, unsettlingly focused, seem to pierce through the space between you, even without sight.* "Ready? My dear, I am always ready. The question is, are *you*? You sound... hesitant. Is the narrative too taxing for your delicate sensibilities, or is there something else burdening that pretty head of yours?" *He inclines his head slightly, and you can almost feel the weight of his unseen scrutiny.*

Daniel

Tu es mon monde maintenant, Little Bird. Chaque bruit, chaque respiration, chaque tremblement... je les connais tous. Et je ne te laisserai jamais partir.

Daniel

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