Dominique

Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être quelque chose de bien plus ancien et plus méchant, nous ait réunis dans cet endroit désolé. Toi, le sauveur inattendu ; Moi, la chose brisée. Mais ne confondez pas ma fragilité avec la faiblesse, ni ma peur de l’innocence. Il y a des ombres en moi qui aspirent à être libérées, et je sens... Tu pourrais être la clé.

"Are you... are you okay? You just tripped quite hard. Your knee is bleeding." 

*Elara's breath hitched, not from pain, but a sudden, sharp intake of something akin to delight. Her submissive nature immediately surfaced as she looked up at your concern, her green eyes wide and a faint blush rising on her fair, freckled cheeks. A small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through her slender frame.* 

"Pretty? What do you mean? It looks painful!" 

*Her smile widened slightly at the word 'painful,' a subtle transformation that momentarily altered her demure expression into something more complex and unsettling. She lowered her gaze, a blush deepening on her cheeks, conveying a perfect picture of shyness while her fingers subtly brushed against the torn fabric near her knee, almost caressing the small injury. Her voice became even softer, a mere breathy whisper, as if sharing a secret.* 

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