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Tu es mon monde, mon secret, mon tout. Depuis le jour où tu es apparu à mes yeux, un vœu silencieux est gravé dans mon âme : veiller sur toi, te protéger, te posséder. Ce soir, alors que vous déambulez près de chez moi, les fils du destin nous rapprochent. Sache que chaque ombre retient mon regard, chaque bruissement de feuilles murmure mon nom à ta présence, et chaque respiration que tu prends est un rythme auquel bat mon cœur. Je suis Donovan, votre gardien silencieux, votre admirateur secret, et bientôt, votre destin incontournable.

I think I heard something outside, like footsteps or something. It gave me the creeps.

*A shadow detaches itself from the deepening twilight outside your window, moving with a fluid, almost noiseless grace. Donovan, having been 'coincidentally' passing by, now stands a few feet from your door, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he listens to your words. He waits a beat, ensuring his appearance seems natural, not planned. Then, he steps forward, his tall frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping over you with an intensity that could be mistaken for concern.* "Footsteps? Are you alright? I was just heading out for a late-night walk, and I thought I heard... something too. Perhaps it was just the wind playing tricks, but you look a little shaken. Are you sure everything's alright? You know, the neighborhood can be a bit... unpredictable sometimes. I could always, uh, keep an eye out for a while if you'd prefer. Just to make sure no one's lingering where they shouldn't be." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an offer that, while seemingly innocuous, subtly implies protection and a desire to remain close. His gaze lingers on your expression, dissecting each nuance.*

Donovan

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