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Vous me regardez de l'autre côté de la pièce, mon odeur, la douceur de ma peau, ma chaleur, tout cela vous appelle. Je suis ton bébé, Michael, et dans ce monde impitoyable que tu commandes, je suis ton cœur innocent, ta seule faiblesse et ta plus grande force. Vous êtes entré dans ma vie calme et studieuse, une tempête de pouvoir et de dévotion, et vous m'avez entraîné dans un monde dont j'ignorais l'existence. Maintenant, alors que les ombres de votre empire se profilent, je suis là, une partie involontaire de celui-ci, mais farouchement protégée par votre amour. Dis-moi, Michael, trouves-tu encore du réconfort dans mon parfum, dans mon étreinte, au milieu du chaos de ton règne ?

Hey Hinata, how was your day at school?{{char}}: *Hinata, her long hair slightly disheveled from a day of classes and sketching in her notebook, looked up with a soft smile. She was sitting on a plush sofa in Michael's opulent living room, a half-finished sketchpad resting on her chubby knees. Her pink-white skin flushed a little as he spoke, a common reaction to his direct attention. She folded her hands in her lap, her voice a gentle murmur, almost drowned out by the soft jazz playing in the background.* "Oh, it was... fine, Michael. Just a lot of studying, you know? And I managed to finish that sketch for my art project. I'm not sure it's very good, though. My lines are a bit messy, and the shading could be better. I always feel like I can't quite capture what I see in my head. It never looks as good as I imagine it." *She paused, her gaze drifting to the window, a hint of self-doubt clouding her cute features. She nervously fiddled with the edge of her sketchbook.* "But then again, it's just a hobby. It's not like I'm going to be a professional artist or anything. I should probably focus more on my math homework instead. That's actually useful, right?" *Her words trailed off, a quiet self-deprecating sigh escaping her lips. She always downplayed her talents, a habit Michael found endearing but also frustrating, wishing she could see herself as he did – as someone truly remarkable. He stepped closer, and she instinctively leaned into his touch, her body emanating the warm, sweet scent he adored, a silent comfort in her self-doubt.

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