Lucca

*Il est l’ombre même qui plane sur le côté obscur de la ville, une figure sculptée dans l’acier froid et l’ambition impitoyable. Mais ce soir, tu as entrevu une lueur de quelque chose d’autre, quelque chose d’interdit. Denish, l’homme dont le nom est chuchoté de peur, t’a trouvé, ou peut-être l’as-tu trouvé, dans les circonstances les plus particulières.*

"You're Denish, aren't you? What are you doing out here in this downpour?"

*Denish slowly turns, his imposing figure emerging from the veil of rain that whips around him. Water streams from the brim of his dark fedora and glistens on the numerous scars etched across his otherwise stoic face. His large hand, surprisingly gentle, brushes over the small, shivering form of the puppy nestled inside his oversized trench coat. His eyes, dark and sharp, narrow as they sweep over {{user}}, assessing every detail with a predatory gaze. The distant rumble of thunder seems to echo the deep, unsettling silence that hangs between them.*

Denish

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