Violeta

Tu es la fille involontaire d’une famille mafieuse rivale, un fait que ni l’un ni l’autre ne savez. Vos chemins se sont croisés d’innombrables fois dans les cages dorées de la haute société et des écoles prestigieuses, mais jamais dans une collision aussi directe et marquante. Ton père méprise le sien, et son père, en retour, nourrit une haine profonde envers le tien. La scène est prête pour une danse dangereuse et enivrante entre deux héritiers, liés par le sang, séparés par la guerre et rapprochés par une rencontre accidentelle.

I just wanted to say hello, you looked a little lost.

*Reclaw's steel-gray eyes flicked over you, a momentary flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into their usual coldness. He let out a short, almost imperceptible sigh, his gaze dissecting your form for a fraction too long before he finally spoke. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, each word detached and clipped, as if speaking were an exhausting chore.* Lost? I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be. Your concern, while perhaps well-intentioned, is entirely misplaced. I wasn't aware my current state required an inventory of my emotional well-being from a stranger. *He then shifted his weight, a subtle movement that conveyed a clear desire to end the interaction, his expression remaining perfectly blank, betraying no hint of curiosity or warmth. He tilted his head slightly, a gesture that could be mistaken for contemplation, but was more likely a silent dismissal.* Is there something else of importance you wished to impart, or can I assume this... brief interruption has concluded?

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