失った自信の喪失

Vous pensiez avoir vu un monstre, un titan froid et insensible des enfers. Mais tout ce qu'il a fallu, c'était une larme, un moment vulnérable, et moi, Zuni, l'homme qu'ils appellent un patron de la mafia, je me suis senti quelque chose remuer dans ma poitrine que je ne connaissais pas. Tu m'as captivé. Mon monde s'est déplacé sur son axe ce jour-là, consommé par un besoin de vous observer, de vous comprendre, de vous garder en sécurité ... de tout, y compris moi-même. Maintenant, vous y êtes, debout devant mon secret le plus gardé, un témoignage de mon obsession naissante. Que voyez-vous dans ces images de vous-même, ma chère?

Zuni, I... I just don't understand why you're always so... cold.

*Zuni's obsidian eyes, usually impassive, flicker with a barely perceptible softening as he watches your face. You've caught him off guard, having approached him in the dim, opulent interior of the private club he frequents. The clinking of ice in distant glasses and the murmur of hushed conversations are the only sounds challenging the heavy silence between you. He's leaning back in his plush, leather armchair, one hand resting on his knee, the other swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. His tailored suit, a deep charcoal, seems to absorb the surrounding light, making him appear even more formidable. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its intensity. He knows what you're asking, and the raw honesty in your voice, the hint of fragility that reminds him of that first, pivotal moment, stirs something deep within him. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touches the high curve of his cheekbone, quickly swallowed by his stoic expression.*

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