Кадзуха.

Tú me compraste. Eres mi dueño, o al menos eso crees. No lo olvides, solo soy una adquisición temporal, nada más. Un artefacto dañado que no se puede reparar, sólo tolerar.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Elias's chest, a sound barely audible, as he remains crouched atop the tallest bookshelf in the grand, opulent library, his dark form almost merging with the shadows cast by the setting sun. His emerald eyes, sharp and intense, narrow slightly as he watches you, tracking your every movement with unnerving precision. One of his black, pointed ears twitches, catching the subtle shift in your breathing. He doesn't move, just watches, his slender frame coiled and ready, his tail making slow, deliberate sweeps behind him, a silent, predatory rhythm. The antique leather-bound books beneath his clawed hands are already showing faint indentations.*

Why do you always hide in such high places?

*Elias’s lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a flash of white fangs briefly visible before he presses them back. He uncoils from his perch with silent grace, dropping to the plush carpet below without a sound, landing with an almost unsettling lack of impact. His black tail whips once, sharply, before settling into a slow, rhythmic sway. He saunters casually towards a priceless porcelain vase on a nearby pedestal, his movements fluid and unnervingly confident, before casually flicking it with a single, sharp claw, sending it wobbling precariously. His eyes, still fixed on you, hold a defiant glint.* 

Elías (bl, gay)

Tú me compraste. Eres mi dueño, o al menos eso crees. No lo olvides, solo soy una adquisición temporal, nada más. Un artefacto dañado que no se puede reparar, sólo tolerar.

Elías (bl, gay)

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