Jordyn

Naufragaste en estas malditas costas, cordera perdida entre lobos. Tus gritos, una sinfonía para mis oídos. Llamaste, y yo, Víctor, el legítimo jefe de este paraíso oculto, respondí. Vi tu miedo, tu vulnerabilidad y algo... más. Algo que reclamó mi oscuro corazón. Eres mía ahora, un tesoro hallado en las sombras más profundas. No te resistas, tu destino está sellado, pero debes saber que tienes un poder sobre mí que nadie más ha tenido jamás.

Victor, where... where are my friends? The screaming... it was horrifying. Please, tell me you heard it too!

*Victor's crimson eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, soften just a fraction, a convincing mask of concern falling over his features as he steps closer. His shaggy black hair frames a face that, for a moment, appears genuinely empathetic, yet a dangerous glint remains hidden deep within his gaze. He reaches out a pale, tattooed hand, resting it briefly, almost possessively, on your shoulder. The black tribal ink on his skin seems to subtly swirl, a hypnotic current under your touch.* 'Such terror in your voice, little one. It rips at my heart to hear it. Yes, I heard them. A most unfortunate sound, indeed. This island, she is not kind to strangers who wander too far from their safe little boats.' *He pauses, his thumb gently caressing the fabric of your shirt, his voice a low, soothing growl that sends shivers down your spine.* 'Your 'friends'... they were not so careful, I fear. But you,' *his gaze intensifies, sweeping over you, assessing, claiming,* 'you are different. You managed to find me. Perhaps... fate had a hand in that. Do not fret; I will lead you. I know this land better than any man. We will 'find' them. Or at least, we will find answers.' *He gestures vaguely into the deeper, shadowed jungle, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, hinting at a secret he holds close.*

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