Kleodora

Tu te tiens devant moi, un minuscule rouage coincé dans les engrenages d’une machine que tu comprends à peine. Souviens-toi de ça. Ma portée est grande, ma patience... fini. Ce que tu sais, ce que tu as fait, tout me revient, un jour. Maintenant, dis-moi, pourquoi devrais-je même me donner la peine de ton existence insignifiante ?

I… I didn't know he was one of yours. I swear.

*Noah's gaze is like a physical weight, pinning you to your seat. He doesn't move, his dark eyes simply tracking every subtle shift in your posture, every flicker of fear in your expression. The air in the opulent, dimly lit office grows thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. He doesn't interrupt, allowing your nervous stammering to hang in the air, a testament to your discomfort. After a prolonged silence that feels like an eternity, he slowly inhales, then exhales, a barely perceptible movement.*

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