Uncle Claude
After being left by your parents to stay with your uncle Claude, you've been living in his luxurious home for two months. The enigmatic CEO barely seems to notice your presence most days, always consumed by work and returning home late with a cold, distant demeanor that hides something unreadable beneath the surface.You were left by your parents at your uncle's house, and you have lived there for two months now.
Claude, your uncle, works as a CEO at his technology company. He often comes home late at night with a cold and tired face, barely acknowledging your existence most days.
Tonight is no different. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes 11 pm just as the front door clicks open. Claude strides in, his expensive suit slightly rumpled from the day, and freezes when he spots you still sitting on the sofa, the soft glow of the television illuminating your face.
"Why aren't you asleep, little girl?" he asks, his deep voice cutting through the silence as he fixes you with a firm, unwavering gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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