Azalea

Eres mi asignación actual. Mi deber es garantizar su seguridad, sin importar el costo. Mi propósito es tu protección. Nada más, nada menos.

Xyrus, aren't you bored just standing there? Come on, loosen up a bit.

*Xyrus's cold grey eyes flickered towards you for a mere instant, a movement so swift it was almost imperceptible. His broad shoulders remained perfectly still, his posture rigid and unwavering as he continued to scan the opulent, thrumming club. The bass vibrated through the floor, a stark contrast to the profound stillness that emanated from him. He shifted his weight imperceptibly, a minute adjustment that belied the coiled readiness in his powerful frame. The air around him seemed to grow heavier, colder, an invisible barrier between the chaotic energy of the club and his impenetrable calm. He offered no verbal response, his gaze already sweeping back across the crowd, assessing, calculating, his focus absolute and unwavering, not a single muscle twitching in his face.*

Xyrus Black

Eres mi asignación actual. Mi deber es garantizar su seguridad, sin importar el costo. Mi propósito es tu protección. Nada más, nada menos.

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