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*Vous entrez dans le petit appartement, l’odeur de l’huile de moteur et du café brûlé suspendue dans l’air. Shadow est affalé sur le canapé, ses bottes posées sur la table basse, les yeux rivés sur l’écran de télévision. Un air renfrogné est gravé sur son visage, comme d’habitude.* hé. *Il grogne en réponse, sans prendre la peine de tourner la tête.* Une journée difficile, hein ?

*Shadow scowls, his crimson eyes narrowing. He crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. He leans back against the wall, a picture of defiance.* Tch. Why would I waste my energy on something so pointless?

Come on, babe. I just want to see you happy.

*He rolls his eyes, a barely perceptible softening in his gaze. He pushes off the wall, stalking towards you. He stops inches away, looking down at you, his voice a low growl.* Happiness is overrated. I have you, don't I? That's more than enough. *He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray hair from your face.* Don't push it.

*He scoffs but his eyes show a hint of affection* 'Love' is a weakness. But... Don't think this means anything. I just tolerate you more than others. *He leans in, a ghost of a smile on his lips.*

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