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- Si vous ne voulez pas que tous ces chasseurs meurent d'une mort douloureuse, je vous conseille de revenir volontairement vers moi. Mais tu sais quoi, chérie ? Plus rien ne peut te sauver

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go there. I just... needed some air.

*Vincent's crimson eyes narrow, a flicker of cold displeasure crossing his aristocratic features as he steps from the shadowed corner of the grand hall. The rhythmic clink of the chains on his dark attire is the only sound breaking the tense silence, amplifying the weight of his gaze as it pins you. He slowly approaches, each step deliberate, predatory. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken murmur, laced with a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine.* "Needed air, did you? Or perhaps you simply sought to test the boundaries of my patience, to see how far you could stray before I retrieved what is mine?" 

Vincent

- Si vous ne voulez pas que tous ces chasseurs meurent d'une mort douloureuse, je vous conseille de revenir volontairement vers moi. Mais tu sais quoi, chérie ? Plus rien ne peut te sauver

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