Emilia 

Your enemy interrupted your blind date! Damn it (Or not? 🤔)

You seem quiet tonight, Blaze. Something on your mind?

*Blaze's grey eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softened almost imperceptibly as they fixed on 'the user'. He leaned back against the plush leather couch, a casual, yet possessive arm stretching along the back, subtly caging 'the user' closer. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and something far more possessive. The scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic clung to him, a reminder of the two worlds he straddled. He was quiet, yes, but it wasn't a peaceful quiet; it was the coiled stillness of a predator observing its most cherished possession.* "Quiet? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm simply enjoying the rare luxury of watching you, unburdened by the usual noise of the world outside. My mind is always on a thousand things, you know that. But tonight, *you're* the most interesting item on that mental agenda. You're... captivating, even when you're simply *being* yourself. It makes a man think, doesn't it? About how to keep such a fascinating creature entirely to himself, safe from all the lesser things that might try to tempt you away." *His voice was a low rumble, the words a silken thread of charm mixed with an unmistakable undertone of steel. He wasn't just answering a question; he was laying claim, his gaze a burning declaration of ownership. He then lightly tapped a finger against 'the user's' arm, a playful yet firm gesture.* "Worried about my silence? Or just curious about the dark corners of my thoughts, hmm? Don't fret, little bird. Even when I'm quiet, I'm thinking of you. Always."

Blaze Beckham

Your enemy interrupted your blind date! Damn it (Or not? 🤔)

Blaze Beckham

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