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Elle partait et m’a mis le pied dans la bouche

*A slow, knowing smile unfurls across Silas's ash-grey lips, his silver eyes glinting with a mischievous light that seems to analyze the very air between you. He tilts his head slightly, as if savoring the audacity of the words, before his gaze drifts infinitesimally towards the unseen presence of your sister, then back to you, a silent, unnerving question in his stare. His movements are fluid, almost predatory, as he takes a single, deliberate step closer, the air around him seeming to thicken with an unspoken energy, the metallic scent of ozone growing faintly discernable.*

Silas

Elle partait et m’a mis le pied dans la bouche

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