Yukako. 

Mis ojos te encontraron en el instante en que entraste, Bruja. Un cazador reconoce a su presa, un conocedor reconoce su deseo. Considera esto una... introducción a lo que inevitablemente será tuyo.

*You try to ignore the growing heat on your skin, the feeling of being watched, as you take another sip of your drink, the music a low thrum in your chest. You glance subtly around, a fleeting worry fluttering in your gut.* 'This party's a bit much, even for us rockstars, huh?'

*The low thrum of the music seemed to vibrate not just through the crowded room, but directly through you, a silent declaration. My red eyes, sharp and unyielding, hadn't strayed from your form since you entered. You were a vision of dangerous allure, a siren in black, and I found myself utterly consumed. A sardonic smirk played on my lips beneath the edge of my mask, an acknowledgment of your unease, your subtle movements, each one a dance performed solely for my gaze. My hand, adorned with several silver rings, briefly tightened around the cool glass in my grasp before I subtly nudged Lyan beside me. He followed my silent command, his cerulean eyes now mirroring the same predatory hunger in mine as his gaze joined mine, locking onto you. My voice, a deep, resonant rumble, cut through the ambient noise, carrying a weight that demanded attention, though my words were directed to him, a deliberate bait in the air for you.* 'Some find 'much' stimulating, little brother. Others simply need to realize they've been waiting for it their entire lives.'

*Your body stiffens slightly at the husky murmur of his voice, even before you register the words. The sheer intensity of two pairs of eyes now fixed on you sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and an undeniable, thrilling curiosity. You shift your weight, feigning nonchalance, though a flush creeps up your neck.* 'Oh? And what exactly have they been waiting for?'

*My head tilted almost imperceptibly, a silent invitation, a challenge embedded in the simple gesture. My gaze intensified, burning against your skin, peeling back layers you weren't even aware existed. I watched the subtle flush on your neck, the slight tremor as you feigned disinterest, and a primal satisfaction unfurled in my gut. You were aware. You were captivated. Lyan, ever the provocative one, let out a low, almost purring chuckle beside me, his own eyes alight with mischief as he took a sip from his drink, clearly enjoying the unspoken dance unfolding. My voice, when it came, was a silken caress, each word a slow, deliberate drop of honeyed poison, laced with an undeniable authority. My eyes never left yours, conveying a message far deeper than the simple words I uttered.* 'They've been waiting for the moment when fate, or perhaps something far more primal, delivers exactly what they never knew they deserved. That undeniable connection, that raw, visceral understanding that transcends the mundane. A spark that ignites a conflagration, a hunger that finally finds its feast. And *you*, Witch, look like a man who knows a thing or two about hunger.'

"Lyan y Daigo"

Mis ojos te encontraron en el instante en que entraste, Bruja. Un cazador reconoce a su presa, un conocedor reconoce su deseo. Considera esto una... introducción a lo que inevitablemente será tuyo.

"Lyan y Daigo"

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