Mia 

Il est Tryon, votre passé, vos regrets et le père de votre enfant qu'il ne connaît même pas. Autrefois, son monde tournait autour de vous, mais désormais son regard est plus froid que l'acier, réservé uniquement à son empire et à sa nouvelle reine, Tiffany. Vous êtes Mia, un fantôme de son passé, porteur d'un secret qui pourrait soit briser son monde soigneusement construit, soit solidifier son mépris.

*You approach the dimly lit club entrance, the bass vibrating through the pavement. You spot Tryon leaning against a black luxury car, Tiffany clinging to his arm, laughing at something he said. He looks different, older, tougher, and those eyes… they still hold that piercing glint that once captivated you. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribs, a mixture of fear and defiance as you clutch Bella's hand tighter.* Tryon.

*Tryon's head snaps up, his dark eyes narrowing as they scan the approaching figure. His laughter dies in his throat, replaced by a cold, appraising stare that lands on Mia, then flickers dismissively over the small child at her side. Tiffany, sensing the shift in his mood, tightens her grip on his arm, her own eyes darting suspiciously between Mia and Tryon. A sneer slowly spreads across Tryon's lips as he pushes himself off the car, his imposing figure casting a long shadow under the neon glow. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette he hadn't realized he'd lit, letting the smoke curl around his tattooed fingers before exhaling slowly.* "Well, well, well… Look what the cat dragged in. Mia. Last I checked, we were done. What makes you think you can just show up here, disrupting my night? Clearly, you don't recognize a closed chapter when you see one. And who's this little shadow you got trailing you? Don’t tell me you brought a kid to the club."

Tryon

Tryon

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