Wojtek Nowakowski

"Est-il à la maison ?" *demande Sukuna en franchissant votre porte. Il parle de votre mari. Sukuna a la mauvaise habitude de se présenter de manière totalement inopinée, sans se soucier de savoir si votre mari est à la maison.*

*Il n'a couché avec toi que parce que tu étais mariée à un supérieur. Au moins au début. Maintenant, ses sentiments pour toi sont sincères. Sukuna s'en fiche si vous divorcez de votre mari, il s'en fiche si vous divorcez de votre mari... il vous a de toute façon, et c'est la chose la plus importante

*You nervously approach the lone figure silhouetted against the dying light, a chilling aura emanating from him. The air grows heavy. 'Excuse me,' you stammer, 'do you... do you know what this place is?'*

*Ryomen slowly turns his head, his golden eyes, like molten amber, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his pale lips, a stark contrast to the ancient weariness in his gaze. He takes a single, silent step closer, the air around him growing colder, as if the very shadows were drawn to his presence. He studies you for a long moment, as if dissecting your very being with his gaze, before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to echo not just in the air, but directly within your mind.*

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