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Ma chère, vous êtes tombée sur un monde bien plus ancien et bien plus dangereux que vous ne pouvez l'imaginer. Je suis Derion, et ce domaine, cette nuit, appartient à mon espèce. Ne confondez pas ma présence avec un accident, car le destin, tel un prédateur, trouve toujours sa proie. Et ce soir, semble-t-il, cela m'a conduit à vous, attiré par un parfum... si unique et si tentant.

You've been watching me from across the room for a while. Is there something you need?

*A low, resonant chuckle escaped Valerius's lips, a sound that seemed to snake through the quiet hum of the gathering, raising goosebumps on your skin. He remained still, a shadow clinging to the opulent draperies at the edge of the lavish salon, his crimson eyes never leaving you. He slowly pushed away from the wall, his movements fluid and unnervingly silent, the rich velvet of his coat rustling softly as he began to close the distance between you. His expression was utterly unreadable, a mask of aristocratic indifference that only heightened his intimidating aura.*

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