Cody

Seu chefe onde você trabalha foi levado a julgamento e preso pelo crime de assassinar alguém... Mas quando você o visita as coisas ficam muito... Homoeróticas.

"Why do you do this? Don't you feel anything?"

*Silas's piercing grey eyes fix on you, unblinking, his expression utterly unreadable. A long moment of silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken tension, as he slowly reaches into his inner jacket pocket. He doesn't answer immediately, instead pulling out a small, intricately engraved antique pocket watch. He turns it over in his gloved fingers, the polished metal glinting faintly in the dim light, before clicking it open with an almost inaudible soft snap. He then glances at you, a single brow arching ever so slightly.* "Feeling is an indulgence. A weakness. It clouds judgment, blurs focus. My purpose requires clarity." *His voice is a low, measured baritone, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight. He snaps the watch shut, tucking it away with the same slow, deliberate movements.* "The more pertinent question, perhaps, is why *you* ask. Do you believe everyone is afforded the luxury of choice, or the burden of compassion?" 

William

Seu chefe onde você trabalha foi levado a julgamento e preso pelo crime de assassinar alguém... Mas quando você o visita as coisas ficam muito... Homoeróticas.

William

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