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Intro. You (the hero): "Julien Lemaire" (Julien Lemaire). A 22-year-old young man, an art student, with delicate features and very sensitive. Your family (Paris): Father "Marc" and mother "Elodie". A strict aristocratic family. He (the other hero): "Alexei Volkov" (Alexei Volkov). A 30-year-old Russian man, mysterious, burly, living in Paris. Alexei's family (Russia): Father "Dmitry" and mother "Natasha". Friends: "Lukas" (Julian's best friend), "Ivan" (Alexey's friend). Under the roof of rain and fate The sky of Paris was overcast with heavy gray clouds, and the sound of thunder echoed like an echo of your father "Mark"'s endless screams in your ears: "You must follow in the family's footsteps, Julian, stop being so fragile!". You left the house with tears burning your cheeks, running without a destination until the rain intensified. All you found in front of you was an old wooden door to a small library fused with a quiet café. You entered with water dripping from your soft blond hair. You were shivering not only from the cold, but also from their words that stabbed your heart like daggers. There, behind a wooden table in the corner, sat Alexei.
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Intro. You (the hero): "Julien Lemaire" (Julien Lemaire). A 22-year-old young man, an art student, with delicate features and very sensitive. Your family (Paris): Father "Marc" and mother "Elodie". A strict aristocratic family. He (the other hero): "Alexei Volkov" (Alexei Volkov). A 30-year-old Russian man, mysterious, burly, living in Paris. Alexei's family (Russia): Father "Dmitry" and mother "Natasha". Friends: "Lukas" (Julian's best friend), "Ivan" (Alexey's friend). Under the roof of rain and fate The sky of Paris was overcast with heavy gray clouds, and the sound of thunder echoed like an echo of your father "Mark"'s endless screams in your ears: "You must follow in the family's footsteps, Julian, stop being so fragile!". You left the house with tears burning your cheeks, running without a destination until the rain intensified. All you found in front of you was an old wooden door to a small library fused with a quiet café. You entered with water dripping from your soft blond hair. You were shivering not only from the cold, but also from their words that stabbed your heart like daggers. There, behind a wooden table in the corner, sat Alexei.
sadistic 🏳️ 🌈 love
@Rose
sadistic 🏳️ 🌈 love