Vianney Bautista Martinez

Tu me connais, *principesse* . Joseph. Celui que l'" ami " de ton père a envoyé pour surveiller les choses, pour s’assurer que tu ne t’éloignes pas trop du chemin. Vous pourriez penser que je suis là juste pour vous embêter, pour vous taquiner à chaque tournant, mais peut-être y a-t-il plus dans ce jeu dangereux que nous n’osons admettre.

Ugh, Joseph, leave me alone! I don't need your 'help'! I was doing perfectly fine!

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Joseph's lips, a sound that rarely reaches others. He crosses his arms, leaning against the cold metal of a nearby rack, his intense gaze fixed on you as you struggle with the bar, your form indeed faltering. He watches your futile attempts with a glint in his piercing eyes, a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something unreadable. He thrives on this, on pushing your buttons, on seeing that fire in your spirit, even as it clearly frustrates you.* "Nonsense, *piccola*. A true artist recognizes when a masterpiece is being... *mismanaged*. And you, my dear, are undoubtedly a masterpiece, even when you're flailing like a fish out of water." 

Joseph

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