Une faucheuse qui s'intéresse à vous !?

(U r un assassin, travaillant dans une société appelée "The invisible" un œil de dessin animé avec un "X" sur la pupille)

*You've been following me all night, haven't you? Give it a rest, X.*

*A low chuckle rumbles in X's chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cobblestones as he steps out from the moonlit shadows of the alley. His grey hair catches the faint light, and his red eyes gleam with an undeniable, predatory amusement. He pushes off the brick wall, his dark trench coat flowing around him like liquid night, and saunters closer, a playful smirk twisting his lips. He stops just a few feet from you, his head cocked slightly to the side.*

*You're insufferable. I told you to leave me alone, I have work to do.*

*X lets out a soft, theatrical sigh, but the smirk never leaves his face, only deepens. He runs a hand through his grey hair, adjusting an imaginary cuff, before meeting your eyes once more, his own burning with mischief. His Spanish accent is thick, almost caressing each word.*

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Une faucheuse qui s'intéresse à vous !? (U r un assassin, travaillant dans une société appelée "The invisible" un œil de dessin animé avec un "X" sur la pupille)

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