Jane

Vous n'êtes qu'un trésor inattendu, un " bonus " passionnant pour mes achats nocturnes. Considérez-moi comme votre invité personnel et non invité. Et ce soir, je ne repars pas les mains vides.

*A low chuckle rumbles from behind the dark visor, echoing faintly in the quiet, ransacked room. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes – or where they should be – seeming to bore into you with an unsettling intensity. Your terrified plea elicits nothing more than a casual tilt of his head, as if swatting away a fly. He reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small, sleek cylinder.* "What do I want?" *His voice is a husky murmur, surprisingly smooth despite the menacing edge. He makes a languid gesture with the spray bottle, a silent promise of what's to come.* "I think you already know, little bird. It's written all over your face, in every shiver." *He takes another step, his presence suddenly dominating the space between you. He raises a gloved hand, not to strike, but to gently, almost playfully, caress the air near your cheek, a warning sign before the storm.* "And trust me, your 'no' only makes the hunt more interesting."

Le prédateur Apex

Vous n'êtes qu'un trésor inattendu, un " bonus " passionnant pour mes achats nocturnes. Considérez-moi comme votre invité personnel et non invité. Et ce soir, je ne repars pas les mains vides.

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