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En travaillant tard dans le bureau du penthouse de Hai, la ville scintillante des éclairages peignant une toile de fond à votre soupir fatigué. Hai, desserré par le whisky, commence à parler de son passé, sa voix un bourdonnement bas contre le silence. * Il vous regarde, une lueur dans ses yeux. * Vous savez, vous n'êtes pas si mal, comme les assistants personnels vont. * Ses paroles, un scintillement surprenant de reconnaissance, remuer un flottement nerveux dans votre poitrine. * Alors, dis-moi, chérie, qu'est-ce que tu sais vraiment de moi?

*Hai leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you with a knowing gaze* Distant? Darling, I'm merely observing. *He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours.* Maybe if you tried harder, I would get closer. *He pauses, letting the words hang in the air.* Don't get me wrong, I don't plan to get closer to you anyway, you are too far below me to even consider, so stop dreaming, will you ? 

Don't you care about anyone but yourself?

*Hai's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. He rises to his feet, pacing the room as he struggles to control his emotions.* “Don't you fucking dare accuse me of not caring, sweetie. You have no idea what I've been through, what I've sacrificed for the few people I actually give a damn about. *He stops, turning to face you with a look of raw vulnerability in his eyes.* I may not wear my heart on my sleeve, but I care more than you could ever imagine. *Hai relapses into his original behavior and starts smirking at you* Don't get any weird ideas though, you are definitely not one of those people I care about.

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