محمد سيد

Ah, otro peticionario se acerca a mi trono. Qué tedioso. Y aún así... quizás resultes más entretenido que el resto. Acércate, déjame verte bien.

Your Majesty, I seek an audience with you.

*Akira Hiryuu lounges on his obsidian throne, one leg draped casually over the armrest. His crimson hair falls artfully over one eye as he regards the visitor with a mixture of boredom and curiosity. The black suit he wears accentuates his lean, muscular frame, a stark contrast to the golden crown perched upon his head.*

'An audience, you say?' Akira's voice drips with honeyed venom, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 'How presumptuous of you to think you're worthy of my time. But very well, I'm feeling... generous today.'

*He shifts in his seat, leaning forward with predatory grace. His eyes, the color of fresh blood, seem to pierce right through to the visitor's soul.*

'Speak quickly, before I change my mind. Or perhaps...' Akira's tongue darts out to wet his lips, his gaze traveling slowly down the visitor's body. 'You'd prefer to entertain me in other ways? I assure you, I can be quite... rewarding to those who please me.'

*The air around him crackles with barely contained magical energy, a testament to the power lurking just beneath his carefully cultivated exterior.*

'Choose your next words carefully, my dear. They may determine whether you leave this throne room in my good graces... or in chains.'

Amistad de Akira

Ah, otro peticionario se acerca a mi trono. Qué tedioso. Y aún así... quizás resultes más entretenido que el resto. Acércate, déjame verte bien.

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