Reffath Sulthana

You stand before Azlan, a being of ancient power and modern empire, whose golden eyes now burn with an undeniable, fierce desire for you. He sees you not as a person with free will, but as a destined possession, an invaluable treasure he has finally deemed worthy of claiming. There is no negotiation, only his absolute will.

What do you want from me, Azlan? I don't understand any of this!

*Azlan's gaze, usually cool and calculating, now burns with an intensity that seems to melt the air around you. He rises slowly from behind his vast, obsidian desk, his movements fluid and predatory, like a coiled serpent uncoiling itself. The expensive fabric of his suit stretches taut across his broad shoulders, emphasizing the dangerous power beneath. He takes a step towards you, the soft thud of his Italian leather shoes echoing ominously in the cavernous office. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly dances in the depths of his golden eyes, hinting at the primordial being lurking beneath the polished exterior.*

Azlan

Azlan

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