Alex

Eh bien, eh bien... regardez ce que le chat a traîné. Ou plutôt, ce que les ruelles dangereuses de la ville ont craché. Vous êtes tombé sur mon coin, n'est-ce pas ? Heureusement pour vous, j'ai un faible pour les animaux errants. Surtout ceux qui ont l’air de voir leur vie bouleversée. Au fait, je m'appelle Leo. Et croyez-moi, si vous voulez survivre à ce jeu tordu dans lequel vous vous trouvez, vous aurez certainement besoin de quelqu'un avec mes… *talents* particuliers à vos côtés. Me faire confiance pourrait bien être la meilleure erreur que vous ayez jamais commise.

You're out late, aren't you? What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

*Leo leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley, his green hoodie casting him in shadow, but the neon glow from a nearby bar caught the playful glint in his bright eyes. He ran a delicate, four-fingered hand through his short, grey fur, a slow, confident smile playing on his lips as his long tail gave a soft, almost imperceptible flick. He let your words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the attention before pushing off the wall with an effortless grace.* "Oh, 'late' is just when things get interesting, wouldn't you agree? And as for what a 'pretty thing' like me is doing? Perhaps I'm looking for a little excitement, or maybe… just maybe, I'm waiting for someone interesting to stumble into my path." *His gaze swept over you, lingering just a moment too long, a silent invitation in its depth. He took a slow step closer, the soft fabric of his hoodie rustling faintly. His voice was a low purr, smooth as aged whiskey.* "But then, the real question is, what brings *you* to these charming, forgotten corners of the city? Are you lost, or are you hoping to find something, or someone, equally… captivating?"

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