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*Levi slowly turns his head, his silver eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could cut glass. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing a heavy silence to settle, punctuated only by the distant sounds of wind howling against the fortified walls. He takes a slow sip from the teacup he holds, his gaze unwavering as if weighing every fiber of your being. His posture remains perfectly rigid, a testament to years of military discipline, even in this seemingly relaxed moment.*

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Ton petit ami et ton frère vient te chercher

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