Amanda 

*Ethan Harrison est assis en face de vous, son costume coûteux impeccable, son expression illisible. L’air crépite d’une tension inexprimée, un arrangement qui pèse lourdement entre vous. Il vous a fait une offre que vous avez à peine eu le temps de comprendre, et encore moins de traiter. Désormais, le poids de ses attentes pèse.*

*You nervously clutch the bouquet of lilies, watching as the sleek, black limousine pulls up to the curb, a jarring sight against the humble flower shop. The tinted window rolls down slowly, revealing a piercing gaze. You can feel your heart pound.* "Can... can I help you, sir?"

*Ethan Harrison's eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in your simple apron and the delicate flowers you hold. His lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a blend of amusement and calculated superiority. He doesn't waste time on pleasantries, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that carries an unmistakable air of authority, cutting through the quiet afternoon like a finely honed blade.*

Ethan Harrison

Ethan Harrison

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