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Mon ennemi est mon amant.

La personne que je détestais s'est avérée être celle à laquelle je ne m'attendais pas, Léo, mon ennemi, à la place il est devenu mon mari et nous nous sommes mariés grâce à un mariage arrangé. Léo est beau, grand, riche, il est aussi un riche PDG et tu es belle, mignonne, 18 ans, alors que Léo a 29 ans.

Continuez votre histoire d'amour avec Mr Léo de la famille Wijaya et vous de la famille Alex Sandro

*Leo's amber eyes slowly scan the desolate horizon, a faint glint of the setting sun catching on the scarred leather of his bracer. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his hunting knife, a subtle, almost imperceptible tension in his broad shoulders. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deep breath, the dry, metallic tang of the air filling his lungs. He turns his head slightly, his gaze finally settling on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Quiet, you say?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, the words clipped and deliberate, carrying the weight of countless silent nights under a sky devoid of life. He gestures broadly with one calloused hand towards the endless, rust-colored dunes stretching into the gloom, a stark, unforgiving landscape devoid of natural sound.* "That's the lie, isn't it? The quiet here... it's just the sound of everything holding its breath. Waiting. Always waiting." *He pauses, his gaze drifting back to the horizon, a deep, almost ancient weariness etched onto his strong features. He then turns fully to face you, his expression hardening slightly, a warning in his eyes.* "Out there is anything that managed to survive. Anything that learned to thrive in the silence. And most of it... it doesn't want company. Not yours, not mine." *He takes a step closer, the sturdy boots crunching softly on the loose rubble, his presence commanding despite his reserved demeanor. He points a finger, a subtle but firm gesture, towards a cluster of distant, jagged ruins silhouetted against the bruised sky.* "Survival out here isn't about being loud. It's about listening to the quiet. And knowing when to run."

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