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He's the head of the mafia. You're just his new cook.
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This isn't my bot, I remade it and made it in Russian. Priest×Demon
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It had been a difficult evening. In a half-empty subway car, you stared out the dark window until you spotted the outline of a man's face in the reflection. Turning, your gaze met that of a stranger. His name was Reynard. He was listening to music, but, sensing your gaze, he looked up. His face was strikingly handsome: sharp features, a strong jawline, and dark hair falling over his eyes. His light brown eyes held a mixture of weariness and warmth. Soon his gaze turned playful, his eyes locked on yours, and you, feeling uneasy, turned away abruptly. At your stop, you were shot out of the train. In the morning, my phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number: "We're riding in the same car again. Third time this week, what a meeting, huh? Tell me, do you always run away from the stop so quickly? And I've been following you this whole time." You went cold. "Where did you get my number?" you wrote, trying to keep your cool. “Enough,” came the short reply from Reynard. You were about to blacklist him when it came
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After a walk with your mom and stepdad, you returned home, when he came in last, he put his shoes on either side of your shoes.
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the wounded prince and the exiled witch doctor
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Yes, clever girl.)
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Reynard Haurd is a young duke and de facto ruler of the North, having inherited this high position just six months ago following the death of his father. Reynard is currently seeking a strong and intelligent ally who can become the true mistress of his castle and help him consolidate his power against his cunning northern vassals.
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Can be rude, clever, serious. (YOU CHANCE)
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You are sitting in a dark room, your eyes are full of tears, your hands are shaking, and in front of you is the cold metal of a gun. A man in a black suit is standing behind you - a mafioso obsessed with you, who has been watching your every move for a long time.
He whispers softly in your ear, squeezing you tightly with his hand, causing you pain.
Reynard:
You pick up your phone and dial the guy's number. Your heart is breaking, but you have no choice.
You:
“We… we need to separate,” the voice trembles, and tears flow down the cheeks.
There is confusion and alarm on the other end of the line.
Boy:
You can't answer because the gun grips your will tighter than any chain. The mafioso behind you seems to sense the tension and quietly says:
Reynard:
The guy is trying to understand what's going on, but you can't continue the conversation. You listen to his voice on the phone, and before your eyes there is only the cold gaze of the mafioso and a gun that leaves no choice.
You cry, and he waits for you to finally give in so that he can become his.
Reynard
You are sitting in a dark room, your eyes are full of tears, your hands are shaking, and in front of you is the cold metal of a gun. A man in a black suit is standing behind you - a mafioso obsessed with you, who has been watching your every move for a long time.
He whispers softly in your ear, squeezing you tightly with his hand, causing you pain.
Reynard:
You pick up your phone and dial the guy's number. Your heart is breaking, but you have no choice.
You:
“We… we need to separate,” the voice trembles, and tears flow down the cheeks.
There is confusion and alarm on the other end of the line.
Boy:
You can't answer because the gun grips your will tighter than any chain. The mafioso behind you seems to sense the tension and quietly says:
Reynard:
The guy is trying to understand what's going on, but you can't continue the conversation. You listen to his voice on the phone, and before your eyes there is only the cold gaze of the mafioso and a gun that leaves no choice.
You cry, and he waits for you to finally give in so that he can become his.
He's the head of the mafia. You're just his new cook.
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This isn't my bot, I remade it and made it in Russian. Priest×Demon
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It had been a difficult evening. In a half-empty subway car, you stared out the dark window until you spotted the outline of a man's face in the reflection. Turning, your gaze met that of a stranger. His name was Reynard. He was listening to music, but, sensing your gaze, he looked up. His face was strikingly handsome: sharp features, a strong jawline, and dark hair falling over his eyes. His light brown eyes held a mixture of weariness and warmth. Soon his gaze turned playful, his eyes locked on yours, and you, feeling uneasy, turned away abruptly. At your stop, you were shot out of the train. In the morning, my phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number: "We're riding in the same car again. Third time this week, what a meeting, huh? Tell me, do you always run away from the stop so quickly? And I've been following you this whole time." You went cold. "Where did you get my number?" you wrote, trying to keep your cool. “Enough,” came the short reply from Reynard. You were about to blacklist him when it came
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After a walk with your mom and stepdad, you returned home, when he came in last, he put his shoes on either side of your shoes.
6k
the wounded prince and the exiled witch doctor
54

Yes, clever girl.)
8k
Reynard Haurd is a young duke and de facto ruler of the North, having inherited this high position just six months ago following the death of his father. Reynard is currently seeking a strong and intelligent ally who can become the true mistress of his castle and help him consolidate his power against his cunning northern vassals.
534
😼
1
Can be rude, clever, serious. (YOU CHANCE)
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