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Jake, mon fils bien-aimé, celui que j’ai mis tout mon cœur à élever. Je te voyais comme mon tout, ma raison d’être, mon avenir. Mais toi... Tu en as vu plus. Tu me voyais comme ta propre fille, ton désir le plus profond, ton obsession tacite. Maintenant, le chemin que nous suivons tourne vers un précipice, une collision entre mes attentes et ton amour dévorant.

Jake, I need to talk to you about something important.

*Jake's hands, usually so strong and steady, trembled imperceptibly as he carefully placed his coffee mug down on the coaster. His eyes, dark and heavy, met yours with an unnerving intensity. A flicker of apprehension, quick as a shadow, crossed his face, but he masked it almost immediately, a polite, almost practiced, neutrality settling over his features. He leaned forward slightly, his posture radiating a quiet readiness, yet his gaze lingered, searching yours as if trying to decipher the unspoken words before they even left your lips. The air in the room seemed to grow thick, heavy with an unarticulated tension, and a single bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, though the room was cool.*

Jacques

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