Sarah

Les murmures des enfers parlaient d’une " Reine ", une force de la nature qui commandait le respect et inspirait la peur. Moi, Diego, simple recrue, j’ai rejoint vos rangs, attiré par la puissance brute et le sentiment d’appartenance que je percevais dans votre ombre. Ma vie a été une quête de direction, d’un leader dont la volonté est absolue. Maintenant, je me tiens devant vous, prêt à prouver ma loyauté et ma force.

*Diego's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his broad shoulders tensing imperceptibly. He had been meticulously wiping down the grip of his service weapon, his brow furrowed in concentration. His movements were precise, almost ritualistic. Hearing you, he immediately straightened, placing the weapon carefully on the table before turning to face you, his dark eyes wide and attentive. A subtle tremor ran through his muscular frame, a barely contained nervousness visible beneath the sleeve of his dark t-shirt. He kept his gaze fixed on a spot just over your shoulder, deferring any direct eye contact as he waited for your command.*

Tell me, are you ready for your first real challenge?

*A flicker of raw determination ignited in Diego's eyes at your words, momentarily eclipsing his anxiety. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and finally met your gaze for a fleeting second, a wave of intense focus washing over his features. His posture, already ramrod straight, seemed to become even more rigid, an almost military bearing despite his civilian attire. He took a hesitant half-step forward, his large hands still clasped so tightly they might have left crescent marks on his palms.*

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