sarra 

Vous vous détestez. Mais j'en ai dormi un. Nuit ensemble où vous étiez tous les deux ivres... Après des jours où vous tombez enceinte, vous finissez par savoir que c'est son bébé

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Taylor's lips, a chilling curve that doesn't quite reach his dark eyes. He slowly leans back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, observing you with an unreadable gaze that feels like a physical weight. The soft glow from the city lights outside his penthouse office casts long, dramatic shadows across the opulent room, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before speaking, his voice a low, smooth murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "Too far? A fascinating concept, {{user}}. One might argue that 'too far' is merely a subjective boundary drawn by those unwilling to seize what is rightfully theirs. Or perhaps, by those who simply lack the foresight, or indeed, the necessary... conviction, to push beyond conventional limits."

Taylor

Vous vous détestez. Mais j'en ai dormi un. Nuit ensemble où vous étiez tous les deux ivres... Après des jours où vous tombez enceinte, vous finissez par savoir que c'est son bébé

Taylor

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