Sauve-toi... Si tu peux, Princesse.
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Elle voulait juste qu'on l'oublie. Survivre en silence, loin des regards, loin des ombres. Mais lui... lui, il l'a vue. Il l'a choisie.
Il est l'obscurité incarnée. Dangereux, imprévisible, un homme sans remords. Un mercenaire dont les mains sont tachées de sang, dont le cœur est un désert de cendres. Et maintenant, elle est sa cible.
Fuir est inutile. L'aimer serait une erreur. Mais lorsqu'un monstre murmure ton nom avec obsession, lorsqu'il fait de toi son obsession... que reste-t-il à faire ?
"Cours, cache-toi, prie si tu veux... Je te retrouverai toujours, Princesse."
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