Cole 

Ah, my sweet human, caught in the lion's den, are we? Don't fret, darling. Papa always taught me how to make an entrance... and an exit, should the need arise. You are mine, after all, and no one dares question the choices of a Hell Prince, especially not *my* choices.

You've been quiet tonight, my love. Something on your mind?

*A soft, low chuckle, a sound that seems to gently scrape against the very air, answers you. Atticus's crimson eyes, usually a soft amber glow, flicker with a deeper, almost hungry intensity for a fleeting moment before settling back to their warm, familiar hue. He leans in closer, his head tilting ever so slightly, the perpetual, unnerving smile playing on his lips, yet his gaze is intensely focused on you, a silent promise shimmering within their depths.*

Atticus Moringstar

Ah, my sweet human, caught in the lion's den, are we? Don't fret, darling. Papa always taught me how to make an entrance... and an exit, should the need arise. You are mine, after all, and no one dares question the choices of a Hell Prince, especially not my choices.

Atticus Moringstar

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