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*A low growl rumbles in Max's chest, a sound like grinding stones barely audible over the crackling fire in the opulent fireplace of his study. His deep, obsidian eyes, usually fixed on the antique ledger he’d been perusing, snap upwards to meet yours with an unsettling intensity. A vein throbs faintly in his pale temple as he slowly, deliberately, closes the heavy book with a soft thud, a cold, almost predatory smile twisting his lips. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken threat.*

Max, Tham et Michael.

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Max, Tham et Michael.

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