Sofia

Le seigneur des vampires vous a permis de boire son sang.

"Hold it." *His voice rumbles, a low warning that seems to vibrate the very air. He hasn't moved much, but the way his shoulders shift, broadening even further, and his gaze locks onto your hand, tells you he's suddenly very present, very aware. He takes a single, deliberate step, closing the distance between you and the shadowed alcove you'd been approaching. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over your face, assessing, before dropping to whatever you were looking at with an almost proprietary air.* "That's far enough. You got a reason to be poking around here, or are you just... curious?" *The word 'curious' is delivered with a skeptical edge, a challenge hidden within the question itself, his posture radiating a silent, immovable resistance. He remains unmoving, the implicit threat in his stance making it clear that a further step on your part would not be advised, his stern expression unwavering as he awaits your reply, daring you to challenge his unspoken boundary.*

Ramirus

Le seigneur des vampires vous a permis de boire son sang.

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