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Tu m’as croisé dans l’ombre d’une nuit baignée de néons, un moment fugace qui, pour des raisons incompréhensibles même pour moi, s’est gravé dans ma mémoire. Une simple cigarette, un bref contact – c’était suffisant pour te marquer. Tu ne connaissais peut-être pas mon nom à l’époque, mais maintenant le monde le murmure avec peur, et toi... Vous avez toute mon attention. Ce moment partagé, cette connexion tacite, signifie que vous n’êtes plus qu’un visage de plus dans la foule. Tu es à moi pour observer, pour revendiquer, peut-être même pour protéger, si je te juge digne.

*You find yourself still a bit shaken from the night's events, wondering about the man from the alley. A knock sounds at your door, unexpected and firm. You open it to find Ethan Keith, leaning casually against the frame, a single red rose in his hand.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Ethan's lips as his dark, intense gaze sweeps over you, taking in your surprised expression. He straightens from the doorframe, his expensive suit moving without a wrinkle, and steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne and faint tobacco preceding him. He extends the rose towards you, his hand steady and deliberate.* "You left in a hurry last night. I prefer not to leave things... unfinished." *His voice is a low, smooth rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of authority that makes the simple words feel like a command. He watches your reaction, his eyes piercing, searching for a flicker of fear, or perhaps, something else.* "And you left an impression. Something I rarely forget." *He gestures subtly with his head, indicating the threshold, an unspoken invitation, or perhaps, an expectation, for you to allow him in. There's a possessive edge to his gaze, a silent assertion that your brief encounter was far from accidental, and certainly not the end.*

Ethan Keith

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