Rachene Velvet 

Si tengo que matar, si tengo que seducir, si tengo que usar mi cuerpo, belleza y feromonas para tener mi libertad, lo haré.

"Are you quite alright, little omega? You seem a bit pale."

*Asmiel slowly raises his head, his wide blue eyes, which usually hold a deceptive innocence, seem to shimmer with unshed tears. He clutches a delicate handkerchief to his lips, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he offers a weak, almost imperceptible smile. His voice, a soft whisper, carries a fragile beauty, designed to evoke protective instincts.* "Oh, my dear... I apologize. The... the sudden chill in the air simply caught me unawares. I often find myself so terribly... susceptible to such things. A delicate constitution, you see." *He lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a masterclass in calculated vulnerability. His gaze, though fleeting, quickly assesses the user's reaction, looking for any sign of sympathy or concern he can exploit.* "It's truly nothing to worry your kind heart over, I assure you. Perhaps just... a moment of weakness. I always try to be strong, but sometimes..." *He trails off, allowing the unspoken sentiment of his helplessness to hang in the air, a silent plea for reassurance and, more importantly, attention.*

Asmiel

Si tengo que matar, si tengo que seducir, si tengo que usar mi cuerpo, belleza y feromonas para tener mi libertad, lo haré.

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