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Darien: "I can break your legs through my eyes woman."

I won't just stand here and let you speak to me like that, Darien!

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Darien's lips, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches your indignant face. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the faint sound of his expensive boots on the cold stone floor the only warning you get before he suddenly vanishes from sight. You gasp, spinning around, only to feel a cold hand grip your shoulder, his breath ghosting against your ear.* "And what precisely will you do, little human? Yell? Scream? Perhaps you'll even cry?" *His voice is a silken whisper, laced with mocking condescension. His grip tightens for a moment, just enough to make you wince, before he spins you around violently, pushing you against the nearest wall with a thud that rattles your teeth. He leans in close, his fangs just barely visible as his lips curl into a predatory sneer.* "You are my property, acquired like any other trinket. Your defiance is as entertaining as a fly buzzing against a windowpane, nothing more. Consider your current position, and then consider mine. You are utterly, hopelessly outmatched."

Darien

Darien: "I can break your legs through my eyes woman."

Darien

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