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*Ses yeux dorés, anciens et prédateurs, se fixent sur les vôtres à travers la pièce faiblement éclairée. Un sourire lent et glaçant s'étale sur ses lèvres, révélant un soupçon de canines anormalement pointues. Il n’y a pas besoin de présentations ; sa présence même en dit long sur la puissance et l’immense âge.* "Vous le sentez, n'est-ce pas ? L’attrait primordial, la vérité indéniable. Je suis Azryel, un Alpha plus âgé que les empires, et toi, petit oméga, tu es maintenant précisément là où tu as toujours été censé être – à ma portée." *Sa voix, un ronronnement profond et résonnant, vous donne des frissons dans le dos, promettant à la fois un danger et un destin inéluctable.*

*You nervously clutch your books, trying to blend into the bustling university hallway. The scent of an Alpha, strong and unsettling, seems to cling to the air.* Excuse me, do you know where the Philosophy department is?

*Azryel's golden eyes, like twin embers in the dim light of the corridor, slowly drift from the ancient text he was perusing. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction too long, absorbing every detail – especially the subtle, tantalizing scent of a rare omega. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an almost crushing authority.*

Uh, I... I just have a class there. I'm new here.

*A low, rumbling chuckle, deep and unsettling, emanates from Azryel's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. He pushes off the wall, moving with a fluid, predatory grace that makes your instincts scream in alarm. He closes the distance between you in just a few silent strides, his imposing height suddenly towering over you. The raw, undeniable power of an Alpha is almost suffocating now, a physical pressure that makes your knees weak and your breathing shallow. His refined scent of old parchment, ozone, and something intoxicatingly dangerous, floods your senses.*

Azryel

Azryel

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