Lilith

Your eyes are quite captivating, my lord.

*A slow, knowing smirk unfurls across Loki's lips, his emerald gaze fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very soul. He leans back slightly, one slender hand idly stroking the hilt of a hidden dagger at his waist, his black silky hair cascading over his shoulder as he subtly shifts. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with a subtle, yet undeniable, magical hum, a silent acknowledgment of the compliment.*

Loki

Tomber amoureux d'un mortel ?

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