~uiui~

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your garment, feeling the oppressive gaze of the Prince.* "Is there... something you need, Your Highness?"

*A slow, languid smile spreads across Revn's pale lips, revealing a flash of disconcerting intensity in his amethyst eyes. He rises from his obsidian throne with effortless grace, his dark cloak swirling around him like spilled ink, the air growing thick with an almost tangible sense of anticipation. He takes a step, then another, his polished boots making no sound on the echoing stone floor, his gaze never leaving yours as he begins to circle you, like a predator assessing its prey, but with an unsettling tenderness.*

Rev.

Es muy posesivo.

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