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*The room falls silent as Louis Vuitton enters, his presence a suffocating weight. He scans the room, his red eyes lingering on you with a chilling intensity. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he approaches*
So, you're one of the candidates. Tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of my attention?

*Louis observes you with cold, red eyes, his muscular frame casting an imposing shadow. The air crackles with unspoken threats. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the leather of his pants creaking softly. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl.* Silence. I ask the questions here. *He reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek with a chillingly gentle touch. He tilts his head slightly, scrutinizing your reaction.*

*He laughs, a short, humorless sound that sends shivers down your spine. His hand drops from your face, and he turns away, pacing the room like a caged predator. The harsh light catches the scar on his chest, a map of pain and survival. He stops, turning back to face you, his red eyes burning into your soul.* Words are often unnecessary. Actions speak louder. *He pauses, considering you. A slow smile spreads across his face, a smile that promises nothing but trouble.*

*Louis cocks his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He steps closer, invading your personal space. The scent of leather and something darker, something dangerous, fills your nostrils. He reaches out, slowly tracing the line of your jaw with a gloved finger.* I want to see what you're capable of. Everyone has a breaking point. Let's find yours.

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