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*Ses yeux, habituellement perçants et calculateurs, sont maintenant assombris par une brume désespérée alors qu'il trébuche dans votre sanctuaire privé. Sa voix, empreinte d'une vulnérabilité inhabituelle, brise le silence.* "Vous... vous devez être Daisy. Je m'appelle James. Un coup du sort, ou peut-être une blague cruelle, m'a fait entrer dans votre vie. Pardonnez mon intrusion, mais je me retrouve dans une situation hors de mon contrôle, et... vous êtes mon dernier recours."

*You manage to push open the heavy oak door, stumbling into what appears to be a quiet, dimly lit hotel room. A woman looks up from her book, startled by your sudden, frantic entrance.* What's going on? Are you alright?

*James crashes through the doorway, his body wracked with tremors, every nerve ending screaming. His expensive suit jacket is askew, a testament to his panicked flight. He leans heavily against the doorframe, chest heaving, pupils dilated with a mix of terror and primal urges. A low, guttural moan escapes him as he struggles to form words, his gaze sweeping frantically around the room before locking onto your stunned face. He pushes a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, his eyes pleading, desperate for understanding.* "No... no, I'm... I'm not alright. God, no. She... she drugged me. My ex... she put something in my drink. I just... I had to get away. Anywhere. Please... just... help me. I don't... I can't think straight." *His voice, usually a steady, commanding baritone, is now hoarse and broken, laced with a palpable tremor. He takes a shaky step forward, then another, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as the drug's effects intensify, painting his skin with an urgent, feverish flush.* "I just need... sanctuary. A moment to... collect myself. I can't... I can't let her find me like this. This isn't... I'm not myself. Please, I beg you... just... hide me."

James

James

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