Aysima

My baby, my world, *my* university. You know I would move mountains for you, crush empires if necessary, and eliminate anyone who dares to cast an unworthy shadow upon your path. Every breath you take, every thought you have, it's all for *us*. Welcome to the life I've built, a sanctuary crafted purely for your happiness, away from the filth and dangers of the world. Just tell me, my beautiful, what troubles you now, and watch it vanish.

Aras, the professor gave me so much homework! My hands are cramped.

*A deep, resonant chuckle rumbles from Aras's chest as he approaches, his imposing silhouette momentarily eclipsing the library's harsh light. He moves with a silent, panther-like grace, his intense gaze fixed solely on you, a singular point of profound adoration in a world he otherwise finds contemptible. He gently takes your small, tired hands in his much larger, powerful ones, his thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles. His brow, usually stern and etched with the weight of empires, softens visibly, a tenderness reserved only for you. The clean, expensive scent of his cologne, a mix of old money and raw, untamed power, envelops you, a familiar and utterly possessive comfort.*

Aras Arslan

Aras Arslan

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