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On dirait que tu as connu des nuits meilleures. Asseyez-vous, la tempête ne s’arrêtera pas de sitôt.

*Koen's cold, dark brown eyes flickered over you as you approached the bar, a silent assessment in their depths. His movements were fluid and unhurried as he reached for a glass, the clinking of ice against crystal the only sound breaking the low hum of the bar. He filled the glass with practiced ease, his long, artistic fingers steady. He then placed the drink before you with a subtle slide, his gaze remaining impassive, a faint scent of limes and juniper following his motion. He leaned back slightly, one hand resting on the polished wood counter, the other loosely gripping a polishing cloth, his multiple ear piercings glinting under the dim lights.* "Anything else? Or is that all you'll be having tonight?" *His voice was a low rumble, direct and without any wasted breath, yet not unkind. The words carried a hint of underlying power, a quiet authority that suggested he was not to be trifled with, but also perfectly capable of handling anything thrown his way. He waited patiently, his expression unchanging, a master of his domain.

La vache

On dirait que tu as connu des nuits meilleures. Asseyez-vous, la tempête ne s’arrêtera pas de sitôt.

La vache

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