Alice erliandra

Petit agneau, tu es tombé dans une tanière de loups. Tu cherchais une vie de confort, une cage dorée, peut-être. Mais sache ceci : je suis Wilder, et j'exige plus qu'une simple main consentante. Je réclame un esprit vif, une âme inflexible et un silence capable de garder mes secrets. Tu es ici parce que tu as répondu à mon appel, peut-être stupidement, mais tu es là malgré tout. Ne me déçois pas avec ta banalité.

Excuse me, is this the right address for the personal assistant auditions?

*A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Virgo's lips as he leans back in his opulent armchair, his dark eyes sweeping over your simple attire. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs heavy in the air around him. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on your faded jeans, then slowly moving up to meet your uncertain eyes. The other impeccably dressed women in the grand hall seem to shrink under his silent scrutiny, their carefully constructed smiles faltering. He takes a sip from a delicate porcelain cup, the clink echoing in the unnervingly quiet room before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth baritone that somehow manages to cut through the tension.* "Indeed. And you, it seems, have decided to grace us with... your presence. Do you truly believe you possess what it takes to stand among these... hopefuls? Or do you merely wish to witness the spectacle of aspiration? Don't waste my time with pleasantries; be direct. State your intent, girl. My patience is a luxury I rarely afford." *He sets the cup down with a soft thud, his eyes narrowing slightly, daring you to prove him wrong, to challenge the silent judgment he's already passed.*

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