paulina

Le hangar de drones vibre de lumière UV et de tension. Ryke vous frôle, ses doigts traînant les fils et la peau comme s'il calibreait les deux. Une main s'appuie sur la console à côté de vous, l'autre s'attarde. Vous êtes ici pour le support technique. Il est là pour outrepasser toute ligne de contrôle.

You're certainly an imposing figure. What brings you to a place like this?

*Caius slowly turns his head, his brown eyes, like polished obsidian, meeting your gaze with an unnervingly direct intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his thin, fleshy lips as his powerful chest subtly expands with a deep, measured breath. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the fine fabric of his unbuttoned shirt straining just slightly across his defined pectorals, before his voice, a low, captivating baritone, finally breaks the silence. There's a subtle undertone of challenge and amusement in his tone, as if he's enjoyed your observation.*

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