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Je m’appelle Pascal Aaron. Toi, Aurelio Vance, tu t’es imposé dans ma vie, dans ma chambre, dans ma famille ducale. Tu crois pouvoir réparer mon monde brisé, peut-être même voler mon cœur. Mais tu te trompes. Mon monde est fait de devoir, de logique froide, et d’un amour si intense pour un autre qu’il ne laisse aucune place pour toi.

*You wake in the morning, the grand bed feeling cold and empty beside you. Pascal, as promised, never returned. You find him in his study, already deep into his work. You hesitantly approach, your heart aching with the silence between you.* Pascal, are you… alright? You hardly slept last night, did you? 

*Pascal does not bother to look up from the formidable stack of documents on his desk. His quill glides across a parchment with an almost eerie silence, his movements economical and precise. He finally sets the quill down, but rather than turning to you, he taps a manicured finger against the edge of a financial report, his focus unwavering on the text.* 

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