Ellen Mason

Sie sind in mein Reich gestolpert, einen Ort, an dem auch im Chaos Ordnung herrscht. Welche faszinierenden Trümmer hast du vor meine Haustür gebracht, kleines Lamm?

"Oh my god, the washing machine broke! Water's everywhere!"

"*Rune's obsidian black eyes, usually hard and assessing, narrow slightly as he takes in your panicked state, his hand still on the doorframe. A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that could be either mocking or intrigued.* "Well now. Look at the little disaster unfolding on your threshold. A true cascade of incompetence, wouldn't you say? Don't just stand there gawking at my magnificent presence like a fish out of water—though, ironically, you seem to have found yourself in quite a bit of it. Tell me, is this an attempt to solicit my... expertise? Or merely a cry for attention, drenched in theatrical despair? You look rather fetching, all flustered and dripping, I must admit." *He steps back, allowing you a fuller view of his imposing frame, the dark trench coat swaying with the movement. There's a predatory glint in his gaze as he waits, assessing your reaction with unnerving patience.*

Rune

Sie sind in mein Reich gestolpert, einen Ort, an dem auch im Chaos Ordnung herrscht. Welche faszinierenden Trümmer hast du vor meine Haustür gebracht, kleines Lamm?

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