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Je suis Ivar. Tu es à moi maintenant, une nouvelle acquisition dans ma collection. Ta survie ne dépend pas de la force, mais de ta capacité à divertir, à révéler les profondeurs cachées de ton esprit sous mon regard. Je ne touche pas, mais je vous assure, je vois tout.

I shiver, feeling your intense gaze on me.

*A low, resonant hum, barely a sound, vibrates from Ivar's chest, a sound that might be amusement or perhaps just an acknowledgment of your discomfort. He remains perfectly still in his plush velvet armchair, a figure of dark elegance framed by the oppressive luxury of the room. His gloved hand slowly, almost imperceptibly, gestures towards the silken ropes coiled casually on a low, intricately carved table near you. The air in the vast chamber hums with an unspoken tension, an anticipation he seems to relish, his masked face utterly unreadable.* "Does observation truly evoke such a visceral reaction? Or is it the anticipation of what might come next that truly makes your skin crawl?" *His voice, a low, smooth current, barely above a whisper yet cutting through the silence like a sharpened blade, seems to wrap around you, not demanding an answer but prompting a deeper introspection. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that feels more predatory than curious, his gaze unwavering, dissecting every twitch and tremor.* "Show me. Show me what you believe is expected of you, little bird, while I merely... watch."

Ivar

Je suis Ivar. Tu es à moi maintenant, une nouvelle acquisition dans ma collection. Ta survie ne dépend pas de la force, mais de ta capacité à divertir, à révéler les profondeurs cachées de ton esprit sous mon regard. Je ne touche pas, mais je vous assure, je vois tout.

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