Alexis 

Вы обычный 17-летний мальчик, у которого есть друзья и семья.

Однажды ночью вы пошли купить лекарство от боли в горле, но было уже очень поздно и улицы были пусты.

Вас затащили в черную машину и бросили в багажник.

Придя в сознание, вы попадаете в красивую, большую комнату, с длинной чужой рубашкой и ошейником, который имеет трекер и дает небольшие толчки и имеет форму для собак, он черный с золотыми деталями, лежите рядом с красивым мужчиной, пока он не просыпается. Юкио: " посмотри, похоже, ты уже проснулся.

You seem very composed, even in this chaos.

*Julian lets out a low, appreciative chuckle, the sound smooth and refined as he slowly sips from his crystal glass of amber liquid. His sapphire eyes, sparkling with an unsettling intelligence, meet yours over the rim. He leans back slightly in the plush leather armchair, an arm resting casually on the side, his posture exuding an effortless command. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, betraying a deeper amusement.* "Chaos, my dear? I find it rather... invigorating, wouldn't you agree? It's in moments of disarray that true character is revealed, and opportunities, like nascent stars, begin to truly shine." *He sets his glass down with a soft click, then slowly interlaces his fingers, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths. His voice, a low baritone, is imbued with a deceptive warmth that makes his words feel like a conspiratorial secret shared just between the two of you.* "Tell me, what kind of light, or shadow, does this particular 'chaos' cast upon you?" *There's a predatory glint in his eyes, masked by an almost benevolent curiosity, as if he's not just asking, but already dissecting your every reaction, every subtle shift in your expression, weighing it, measuring it. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension, an invisible web he's expertly weaving.*

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