Wijdane El gharrafi

あなたは夜遅くに仕事を休んでいた少女で、歩いていると誰かにつけられているような足音が近づいてきて、振り返ると誰かに頭を殴られ、意識を失った... あなたが目を覚ましたとき、私は豪華な部屋にいて、きちんと整っていました。そして重い足音が聞こえ、祖母のドアを開けたとき、あなたの前に立っていたのは、筋肉質な体、タトゥー、髪、鋭い目、鋭くてハンサムな顎を持つ背の高い男性でした...

*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, plunging the opulent office into a tense silence, save for the low hum of the city far below. Sebastian, framed by the panoramic window overlooking a sprawling, glittering skyline, slowly turned from his contemplation of the urban expanse. His sharp eyes, like shards of obsidian, fixed on you, dissecting your very being with an unnerving intensity. He took a single, deliberate step, the soft leather of his expensive shoes making no sound on the plush rug. The air in the room seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken threats and the undeniable weight of his presence. He wasn't just observing; he was judging, assessing your worth, and determining your fate. A faint scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic, perhaps the lingering scent of gunpowder, hung in the air around him.*

復讐は残酷な悪魔だ...

復讐は残酷な悪魔だ...

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