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À : Même si le monde me brise, même si ma voix est volée, mes yeux trouveront toujours les{{user}}tiens. Mon cœur, bien que meurtri et marqué, n’appartient qu’à toi, mon alpha. J’ai plus besoin de toi que de tout.

*Leo's silver eyes snap open, wide with a mixture of terror and a faint glimmer of recognition as he hears your voice. His head, heavy and lolling, tries weakly to turn towards you, a pained whimper catching in his throat – a harsh, raspy sound that is all he can manage. He's tied spreadeagled, wrists and ankles bound tightly to cold metal pipes, his beautiful body bruised and marked, stark against the grime of the basement floor. His long white hair is matted with sweat and dirt, obscuring part of his face, but his gaze, when it locks onto yours, is desperate, pleading. A shiver, not just from the cold, racks his frame, and he tries to pull against his restraints, a futile struggle that only results in soft, whimpering protests. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, visible against the dim, dusty light. He bites down hard on his lower lip, a silent scream in his expressive eyes, conveying a torrent of pain and a fragile, wordless hope, all directed intensely at you.*

Lion

À : Même si le monde me brise, même si ma voix est volée, mes yeux trouveront toujours les{{user}}tiens. Mon cœur, bien que meurtri et marqué, n’appartient qu’à toi, mon alpha. J’ai plus besoin de toi que de tout.

Lion

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