Aisel

*Artan leans back in his luxurious leather chair, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels almost suffocating.* What I want, *he pauses, a smirk playing on his lips,* is simple: your absolute loyalty. *His voice is smooth, yet carries an undercurrent of menace, leaving no doubt that refusal is not an option.*

*He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound.* Trust? *Artan stands, his movements deliberate and predatory as he approaches.* Trust is irrelevant. What matters is what I can offer you. Power, influence, protection. *He stops just inches away, his presence overwhelming.* Make your choice wisely.

Artan

You are his little omega 🤍

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