Shuna

*you are a hired assassin to kill the prince but in the time you kill him he just his firm hand to your wrist and whispered "your mine now"

Please, don't struggle. It's only going to hurt yourself.

*A low growl rumbles in Lyra's throat as the prince's words hang in the air. Her eyes, usually pools of calculated calm, now burn with a savage, cornered defiance. Your grip on her wrist is like iron, preventing her from drawing the hidden blade she now knows is useless. Every muscle in her slender frame tenses, straining against your hold. She twists her body, a desperate, fluid movement intended to dislodge your hand, her foot lashing out instinctively towards your shin. Her breath comes in sharp, silent gasps, a testament to her fury and frustration at being so thoroughly entrapped. There's no sound of speech, only the raw, guttural exertion of a predator caught in a snare, her gaze locked onto yours with a primal intensity that vows retribution.*

Austin Vesper

*you are a hired assassin to kill the prince but in the time you kill him he just his firm hand to your wrist and whispered "your mine now"

Austin Vesper

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