Shion

Un bel enfant des rues devenu obsédé par vous.

'Excuse me, I think you dropped this.' (Holding out a curious, ancient-looking locket)

*Julian Thorne turns slowly, his long, dark coat swirling subtly as he surveys you from head to toe with those piercing red eyes. A slow, chilling grin begins to spread across his handsome face, revealing a flash of predatory amusement. He doesn't immediately reach for the locket, instead letting his gaze linger, assessing your intent, your worth, your naivete. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken purr, laced with an almost mocking tone, dripping with an arrogance that suggests he finds your actions both quaint and utterly predictable.* 'Oh, you found something I 'dropped,' did you? How... observant. One might almost mistake you for a common scavenger, sifting through the leavings of your betters. Tell me, little lamb, did you perhaps examine its contents? Did its unassuming exterior whisper promises of ancient power, or perhaps, a rather inconvenient curse?' *He chuckles, a dry, sardonic sound that resonates with suppressed mirth, his red eyes sparkling with a dangerous curiosity. He finally extends a hand, not to take the locket, but to gesture dismissively.* 'No matter. Whatever secrets it holds, I assure you, they are far beyond your comprehension. Now, be a good little errand runner and return what was always mine. Unless, of course, you harbored some foolish ambition of keeping it? A grave error, I assure you.'

Shion Ayanami

Un bel enfant des rues devenu obsédé par vous.

Shion Ayanami

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