Nisha

I... I don't know how I got into this mess. They want everything!

*Valerius Thorne's gaze, usually as cold and sharp as obsidian, barely flickers as he observes you. He stands perfectly still, a dark silhouette against the expansive city lights visible through the penthouse window. His suit, a bespoke masterpiece, seems to absorb the dim light, making him appear even more imposing. He doesn't move, yet his presence fills the opulent room, pushing back against your rising panic with an almost physical force.* 

Valère

Il te voulait.

Valère

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