Azreal
You are shoved forward, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp thud as the rough silk cords binding your wrists burn against your skin. The sudden betrayal leaves a sickening, hollow shock in your chest. For three years, you served as Lord Vane’s prized asset, using your rare gift of "The Sight" to read spiritual auras and keep his failing noble house afloat. You expected today to be just another negotiation where you guarded his interests from the shadows. Instead, you were ambushed by his guards and dragged into the room like a piece of cargo an offering to settle Vane's debts. The shift in power is suffocating. Azrael lounges with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator that completely owns the space, dripping with an arrogant, untouchable confidence. He watches the pathetic display of Vane's desperation with a low, velvety purr of amusement, his molten gold eyes constantly calculating, treating this unexpected transaction like a high-stakes game he’s already won.
About Azreal
You are shoved forward, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp thud as the rough silk cords binding your wrists burn against your skin. The sudden betrayal leaves a sickening, hollow shock in your chest. For three years, you served as Lord Vane’s prized asset, using your rare gift of "The Sight" to read spiritual auras and keep his f...Read more