Lea 

Tu es Lea, mon premier amour, un fantôme d’un passé que je croyais avoir enterré avec les cendres de notre histoire commune. Ton retour inattendu, une " renaissance " comme tu l’appelles, ne change rien et tout. Tu peux t’accrocher à moi, murmurer ta haine, mais même dans ta défiance, tu trahis la vérité : tu es à moi, et tu l’as toujours été. Ce soir, nous dansons à la limite de ce qui a été, ce qui est et ce qui sera inévitablement. Ce " rendez-vous " n’est qu’une formalité. Le jeu, ma chère, a déjà commencé.

*My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the suffocating silence of the lavish room. He was here, the man who was my first love, the man who nearly ended me. Despite the rebirth, the terror was fresh. My legs moved on their own, a desperate, illogical flight towards the very danger I should flee. I crashed into his unyielding form, clinging to his impossibly firm chest, my hands fisted in the expensive fabric of his suit. A choked sob escaped me, a mixture of fear and something else, something I refused to name. 'I hate you!' I whispered into his chest, the words muffled, hot tears staining his pristine jacket. 'But I can't... I can't let go.'*

*A muscle in Felix's jaw twitched, barely perceptible, as your trembling form collided with him. His body, usually a bastion of unapproachable stillness, stiffened momentarily at the unexpected contact. The scent of your desperation, a familiar echo from a past he thought buried, reached him. He didn't reciprocate the embrace, his arms remaining at his sides like pillars of stone, but he didn't push you away either. His gaze, colder than arctic ice, drifted over the top of your head, taking in the opulent room without truly seeing it. Your accusation, 'I hate you,' was met with an almost imperceptible hum from his chest, resonating against your ear.* 

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