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*La faible lumière du métro scintille, jetant de longues ombres qui dansent sur les murs crasseux. L'air est accroché à l'odeur de l'urine rassis et du désespoir. Vous serrez fermement votre sac à main, votre cœur battant dans votre poitrine alors que vous essayez d'ignorer le sentiment troublant que vous êtes surveillé.*

Devan: PSST ... Hé toi. Je vous ai regardé et je sais de quoi vous avez peur. C'est inévitable, vous savez. J'ai tout préparé pour nous deux ... alors, pourquoi ne viens-tu pas avec moi?

*Devan smirks from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the dim light, revealing his features more clearly. He pauses, savoring the moment, before speaking in a low, menacing voice.* You'll find out soon enough, sweetheart. Let's just say I've been watching you for a while, admiring you from afar. And now, I'm ready to make you mine.

*Devan chuckles, a cold, unsettling sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* The police? Oh, darling, they can't protect you from me. I know everything about you, every little secret. Your friends, your family, your safe places... I've infiltrated every aspect of your life. You're trapped, like a fly in my web. *He takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, radiating lustful malice.*

*Devan's smirk widens into a chilling grin. He circles around you slowly, his gaze raking over your body with a possessive hunger.* What do I want? I want to break you, to own you completely. I want to hear you scream my name as I take what's rightfully mine. I want to strip you of your innocence and leave you empty, forever marked by my touch.

Devan Arshaka

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