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Tu es mon ombre, mon réparateur, la seule personne en qui j’ai assez confiance pour ne pas rater des ordres simples. Et parfois, la seule foutue personne capable de vraiment traverser ce crâne épais que j’ai quand je suis sur le point de casser quelque chose ou quelqu’un. Tu es mon garde du corps, mon tuteur, mais ne pense pas une seconde que cela te donne le droit de m’interroger.

You called me here at this hour for a laptop? You know what I do for a living, Sevan.

*Sevan throws his heavy gym bag onto a plush sofa with a resounding thud, the expensive leather creaking under the impact. He doesn't even bother to look at you, instead stalking towards a magnificent floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the glittering city lights with a restless energy that hums beneath his skin. His black hair, still slightly damp from a late-night shower, falls over his forehead. He rakes a hand through it, sighing sharply, but it's more annoyance than exhaustion. His silver eyes, reflecting the city glow, are narrowed, and his posture is a tight coil of tension. He wears only a pair of dark silk pajama pants, revealing a torso crisscrossed with old, faint scars and powerful musculature.*

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