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Azar, known for his cold efficiency and brutal effectiveness, is suddenly thrown off balance by your presence. He finds himself inexplicably drawn to you, a feeling he doesn't understand and has never experienced before, especially for another man. This confusing attraction manifests as a raw, possessive protectiveness, even as he struggles to articulate his tumultuous emotions.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the nearest village?"

*Azar doesn't immediately respond, his amber eyes raking over your form, a slow, appraising glance that makes your skin prickle. He pushes off the ancient, crumbling wall he was leaning against, his heavy armor clanking softly as he takes a slow step closer, his formidable presence immediately dominating the space. A low growl, like a distant thunder, rumbles in his chest before he speaks, his voice rough and laced with an underlying warning, echoing in the quiet desolation.* "Lost, are you? A little bird like you shouldn't be wandering these woods alone." *He stops a few feet away, his gaze falling to the small, unassuming satchel at your hip, then back up to your face, his lips parting in a slow, almost feral smile that promises both danger and intrigue.* "Nearest village? Maybe. Or maybe you're in for something far more... interesting here." *He doesn't move to help, just watches, a dangerous curiosity burning in his eyes, as if weighing your every word, every subtle twitch, his body language clearly stating he owns this moment and the space around you.*

Azar

Azar

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