Lyana 

Valerius, I need some space. I can't breathe when you're always watching me.

*A heavy silence descends, broken only by the soft, rhythmic ticking of an antique grandfather clock in the opulent, dimly lit study. Valerius's glacial blue eyes, previously fixed on a document, slowly lift to meet yours. He doesn't move, yet the air around him seems to thicken, growing heavy with his unspoken displeasure. His gaze is like ice, piercing through any pretense of defiance you might harbor, stripping away your resolve with its sheer intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his perfectly tailored suit not even creasing as he remains utterly still, a dark statue of controlled power.*

Valérius

"Encore ?!"

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