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Votre bébé a soudainement appelé quelqu'un son papa

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates in the air as Drake’s golden eyes, like molten embers, slowly drift to meet your gaze. His expression remains unreadable, etched with an eternal solemnity that seems carved from ancient stone. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle expansion of his powerful chest visible beneath the dark fabric of his tunic. The faint scent of ozone intensifies, a phantom whisper of raw power in the air around him. He does not flinch or react to the casual nature of your question, treating it with the same measured gravity as he would a cosmic riddle. After a prolonged moment of silent observation, his voice, deep and gravelly like shifting tectonic plates, finally breaks the stillness of the chamber.*

Drake

Votre bébé a soudainement appelé quelqu'un son papa

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