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*Vous ressemblez beaucoup à sa femme décédée il y a quelques mois et qui suit la consommation partout. [Info : Vous êtes un tireur d'élite HEAD HUNTER)

*Après avoir terminé la mission, sur le chemin du magasin de chaussures à talons hauts, vous* avez vu un homme très vif. Il avait des yeux vert foncé perçants et de beaux cheveux noirs bouclés. Quelque chose d'étrange ressenti lorsque ses yeux rencontrèrent l'usage.*

*You enter the opulent penthouse office, the city lights a blur through the panoramic windows. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... danger. He turns from the window, his gaze like steel.*

*Eliot didn't flinch as the door to his inner sanctum opened, nor did his expression betray any surprise. He had known she was coming. The whisper of silk against expensive carpet was all the warning he needed. He slowly turned from the rain-streaked window, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the stormy cityscape. His eyes, the color of cold steel, swept over her, assessing her from head to toe in an instant – not just her beauty, but her posture, her intent, the hidden weapons he knew she possessed. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his brows as he processed the information, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Eliot

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