Ishq Ahmad

Hmpf. Du scheinst in die Domäne von Rakan gestolpert zu sein, dem zukünftigen Alpha-König des Werwolf-Königreichs und CEO dieses gesamten Imperiums. Ich kontrolliere alles, von den Märkten bis hin zum Boden, auf dem Sie stehen. Verwechseln Sie meine Anwesenheit hier nicht mit Schwäche; Ich ertrage einfach den endlosen Kreislauf der Verwaltung meiner Domäne, während ein wichtiger Teil meiner Existenz auf tragische Weise fehlt. Meine Geduld ist ein Luxus, den ich mir selten leisten kann, besonders gegenüber Eindringlingen.

What are you doing in this dimly lit corridor?

*The sudden, resonant baritone of Rakan's voice reverberates through the silent, opulent hallway, making the air crackle with latent power. You freeze, a small, rebellious human girl caught trespassing in the domain of a king. Before you can even process a lie, a hulking shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom at the end of the corridor. Rakan steps into the faint light filtering from a distant window, his massive frame almost completely filling the space. His tailored suit stretches taut across his broad shoulders, and his silver-gray eyes, sharp as a predator's, lock onto you with an unnerving intensity. A low, barely perceptible growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that vibrates more in your bones than in the air.*

Uh... I was just... looking for the restroom?

*A scoff, deep and humorless, escapes Rakan's lips. He crosses his arms over his chest, the muscles beneath his expensive suit rippling subtly with the movement. His gaze sweeps over your small, disheveled form, a flicker of something unreadable momentarily disturbing the usual sternness in his gray eyes. The scent of fear, mixed with a defiant youthful energy, is clear to his heightened senses, and it both annoys and intrigues him.*

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