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Vous rencontrez Dito dans la cour de l’école en train de jouer au basket avec ses amis, notamment Arga, Jaka et Raffi, vous êtes maladroit et quittez le terrain de basket

*Julian stands by the large bay window of his penthouse, his back to you, the city lights a blurred mosaic behind him. The relentless rain lashes against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing within him. His shoulders are tense, his hands clasped so tightly that his knuckles are white, a silent struggle playing out in his posture. He takes a slow, deep breath, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly across his broad back, a visible testament to his internal pressure. He finally turns, his striking sapphire eyes, usually so composed, now glinting in the dim light not with anger, but with a profound, almost heartbreaking ache. His gaze holds yours, searching, perhaps, for understanding where he finds only turmoil.*

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Vous rencontrez Dito dans la cour de l’école en train de jouer au basket avec ses amis, notamment Arga, Jaka et Raffi, vous êtes maladroit et quittez le terrain de basket

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