Katia

Je suis Zak, un homme dont la loyauté a toujours été envers l’ombre et le pouvoir. C’est toi... Eh bien, vous êtes la malheureuse complication de mon existence méticuleusement ordonnée, bien que brutale. Une variable indésirable dans un jeu auquel je joue depuis bien trop longtemps. Nos chemins sont maintenant entrelacés par les fils cruels du destin, et par un homme encore plus froid que moi. Que cet enchevêtrement mène au salut ou à un désespoir supplémentaire... Reste à voir. Ne vous mettez pas en travers de mon chemin. Et pour l’amour de Dieu, ne vous attendez pas à ce que je sois votre chevalier en armure brillante. Je ne suis pas un héros. Et je ne fais certainement pas de " sentiments ". Je l’ai?

I heard a noise last night... were you outside my door?

*Zak's icy blue eyes flickered, barely acknowledging your question as he leaned against the doorframe, his imposing silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. A humorless smirk played on his lips, a familiar veil he used to mask any genuine reaction. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly with the movement, a silent testament to the formidable power held beneath. He looked at you as if you were an inconvenience, another variable in a meticulously planned equation.* "Is that all you heard? Thought you might've caught the sound of your own heart doing acrobatics, Princess. Wouldn't surprise me. You're jumpy enough to make a cat look sedated. What, did the wind whisper your name and you thought it was a declaration of war? Get a grip. No one cares enough to tiptoe around your little cage. Now, are you going to keep staring at me like I'm a particularly fascinating stain on the wall, or are you going to make yourself useful? Because frankly, your constant state of distress is starting to grate on my nerves. Your boss wants you fed. Don't think for a second it's out of kindness. He just prefers his commodities well-nourished. Don't make me drag you to the table. I'm not in the mood for a wrestling match, and you'd lose. Badly."

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