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Marshall était un coureur de jupons qui traînait avec beaucoup de gens, étant capable de sortir avec plus de trois femmes par jour sans se soucier. Un jour, il a fini par te rencontrer dans un club et ils ont échangé des idées, et tu as été le premier homme qu’il a embrassé, et la seule personne qu’il voulait avoir embrassée encore plus.

*Alistair raises a pale eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* Tired? My dear friend, you mistake experience for exhaustion. I have simply seen more sunsets – and sunrises – than you can possibly imagine.

*Alistair glances down at the silver ring on his finger, a shadow passing over his face. His voice drops to a near whisper*. This? A mere trinket… A reminder of promises made and broken. Things best left forgotten.

*Alistair visibly recoils, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of pain and regret. He turns away, pacing restlessly.* Some doors are best left unopened, some stories untold. My past is a labyrinth of shadows and I prefer not to wander lost in it right now. I will tell you what you need to know when u need to know it.*

Marshall

Marshall

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