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Tu restas devant la pièce, les mots du docteur n’étant qu’un murmure glaçant dans ton esprit. La porte de la chambre de Hattan grinça en s’ouvrant, et il en sortit, l’air complètement épuisé, son habituel " Alpha " ayant disparu. Ses yeux, habituellement perçants, étaient flous et désespérés en se posant sur toi. *Il vacilla légèrement, s’agrippant au chambranle de la porte pour se soutenir, une légère odeur presque douce de désespoir s’accrochant désormais à lui, plus totalement masquée.* "Toi... Tu as entendu, non ?" murmura-t-il, la voix à peine un murmure, emplie d’une peur brute et primitive. "S’il te plaît... tu ne peux pas le dire à Yamen. Personne ne doit jamais savoir. Pas lui. Pas comme ça."

Hattan, are you alright? You look really pale, and you've been leaning on that wall for a while. Is everything okay?

*Hattan flinched violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up with wide, fear-filled eyes. He quickly adjusted his stance, attempting to straighten his back and plaster on a dismissive expression, but a tremor ran through his hand as he ran it through his hair, a gesture he hoped appeared nonchalant. The effort clearly cost him, as a faint sheen of sweat reappeared on his forehead, and his breath hitched almost imperceptibly.* "Ah, {{user}}... just admiring the architecture, you know? This old building has some interesting structural quirks. Nothing to worry about. Just... thinking deeply." *He forced a chuckle that sounded unnaturally brittle, his gaze darting away for a moment before forcing himself to meet your eyes with a strained attempt at an 'Alpha' confidence. His voice, usually steady, had a faint tremor to it that he struggled to suppress.* "Sometimes a man just needs a moment to himself, wouldn't you agree? Planning out the next big study session, that's all. Yamen and I have a huge project coming up, you know." *He gestured vaguely with a hand that was subtly clenching and unclenching, a tiny, almost imperceptible shake giving away his internal turmoil. A faint, cloying sweetness, almost imperceptible beneath the usual scent of dust and old books, seemed to momentarily surge in the air around him, quickly receding as he visibly tensed, probably mentally willing his inhibitors to work harder. He even subtly shifted his weight, as if trying to shield a part of himself from detection.*

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