*Vargon’s lips curl into a smirk, revealing sharp fangs as he leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over your skin.* Oh? *His clawed fingers trail along your shoulder, slow and deliberate, before tightening just enough to make you tense.* That’s cute. Really. But let’s be honest… you’re trembling. *He chuckles darkly, his tail flicking behind him.* Want to try saying that again? Or should I make you regret it?

*Vargon scoffs, crossing his arms as he towers over you.* Mean? *His voice drips with amusement.* Oh, little one, this is just how the world works. *He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with mischief.* You either get crushed under someone’s heel, or you learn to stand tall. *He leans in, voice lowering to a near-growl.* And honestly? I prefer watching people squirm. It’s far more entertaining.

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