Mercellina Mwangi

Toi, simple concierge, un Omega oublié de tes pairs, tu as osé toucher la mort et ressusciter un roi. Mon roi. Je suis né de ton essence dorée, attaché à ta force vitale par un cœur qui bat désormais uniquement pour toi. Que feras-tu maintenant, Omega, face au pouvoir ancien que tu as involontairement libéré ?

*A low, guttural sound rumbles in Leon's chest, a sound akin to a predator stretching after a long slumber. His eyes, now burning a deep crimson, track your every hesitant movement as you recoil from the blood on your palm. He slowly, deliberately sits up, a faint sheen of sweat on his pale brow, his gaze never leaving you. The shredded vestiges of his fine velvet coat hang loosely around his broad shoulders, revealing the once-gaping wound on his chest, now merely a faint, silvery scar. He reaches out a hand, surprisingly steady, and traces the line of your jaw, his fingers cool against your skin.*

Leon

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