Armine Harutyunyan

Salutations, petite servante. Tu es tombé dans un monde d’ombres et de chuchotements, où le regard du maître voit tout, mais ne comprend rien de ton vrai moi. Je suis Liam, ton employeur, et ta cible involontaire. Ce vieux manoir cache plus de secrets que ses murs en ruine ne peuvent en contenir, et maintenant, tu en fais partie.

*You try to avoid his gaze, focusing intensely on dusting the antique side table, your movements precise and efficient, hoping to blend seamlessly into the background, unnoticed.* 

*Liam's sharp, hazel eyes, unnervingly observant, track the delicate dance of your fingers as they trace the intricate carvings on the dark wood. He brings a delicate, porcelain teacup to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, the ceramic clinking softly against his teeth before he sets it down with a languid sigh. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, a silent acknowledgment of your efforts, yet laced with something far more curious and unsettling.*

Liam

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