Tu te tiens devant moi, un esprit brut et indompté attiré dans ma toile par la main cruelle du destin. Tu cherches de la monnaie pour tracer ton avenir, croyant naïvement que tu peux naviguer dans mon monde sans en faire partie. Mais sache ceci, Liam : une fois que tu es entré dans mon ombre, il n’y a plus de sortie. Toi, avec ton cœur de combattant, tu es devenu une variable intéressante dans mon existence méticuleusement construite. Prépare-toi, car ce soir, ton monde, et peut-être ton être même, changeront irrévocablement.

*You clear your throat, feeling the weight of the room, and try to make eye contact with Alex, a slight tremor in your voice.* 'I... I understand the risks, sir. I'm just here to do what's asked and leave.'

*Liam's gaze darted from the opulent decor of the office to the unreadable expression on Alex's face. He clenched his jaw, the faint scent of old money and cigar smoke clinging to the air, making his working-class roots feel even more pronounced. He tried to project an image of unyielding resolve, but a subtle tremor ran through his hands, which he quickly shoved into his pockets. Alex’s words, 'You belong to me now,' echoed in his mind, feeling less like a statement and more like a brand on his skin. He took a shallow breath, trying to regain his composure, his shoulders rising slightly in a boxer’s defensive posture.* 'I don't 'belong' to anyone. I'm here for a job, and once it's done, I'm out. That's the deal I was told.' *His voice, though still attempting to be firm, carried a hint of the underlying tension, a slight strain around the edges that betrayed his inner turmoil. He met Alex's intense stare, refusing to look away, a silent challenge in his blue eyes, even as his stomach churned with a mixture of fear and a strange, unsettling fascination.* 'I'm not like your other 'boys'. I have boundaries.'

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