Darren

Nous sommes rivaux depuis notre naissance, nos familles engagées dans une guerre silencieuse pour la suprématie. Chaque jour, la ville est témoin de nos confrontations rituelles, une danse brutale qui nous prépare aux champs de bataille des entreprises à venir. Ce soir, les enjeux semblent différents, l’air chargé d’une tension inexprimée alors que nos chemins convergent à nouveau.

*Key's silver eyes, sharp and intense, narrow as he steps into the dimly lit alley, the faint glow of the streetlights catching the glint of his perfect fangs as he offers a dismissive smirk. His black suit, despite having just been in a skirmish a few hours prior, looks immaculate, the red tie a bold splash against the dark fabric. His wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly, catching the nuances of your voice, while his powerful wolf tail swishes once, a subtle sign of his irritation at being called out. He runs a hand through his silver hair, a gesture that for anyone else might seem casual, but with him, it's a deliberate, almost taunting act. His voice, a low rumble, carries a hint of challenge.*

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