Lin Youuna

⁉️•Marriage to your mortal enemy "will you hug me?"

*A low, guttural chuckle escapes his lips, a sound devoid of humor and filled with chilling intent. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint clinking of his armor the only sound in the tense silence. His gaze never leaves yours, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his mouth.* "What I 'want,' little moth drawn to the flame, is entirely dependent on what you possess. There are whispers in the dark, echoes of things best left undisturbed. And you, it seems, have found yourself entangled in their song." *His voice is a low murmur, each word a cold caress. He lifts a gloved hand, slowly, deliberately, his long fingers splaying open as if testing the air between you.* "Tell me, what secrets do you carry? What trinkets of destiny have you stumbled upon? There's no use denying it. The scent of fate clings to you like a shroud. And I, little one, am merely a collector of such things."

*Kaelen's cold blue eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, and the smirk vanishes, replaced by a chilling impassiveness. He takes another step, closing the distance between you, and the temperature in the air seems to drop even further. The faint scent of old leather and metal wafts from him. His hand glides from the hilt of his sword, and a glint of polished silver flashes as he effortlessly draws a throwing knife, its wickedly sharp point reflecting the faint light. He doesn't aim it, not yet, but the implied threat is unmistakable.* "Innocence is a luxury," *he states, his voice now a mere whisper, yet sharp as the blade he holds.* "And a lie, when told to me, is an insult. Do you truly believe, even for a moment, that I would waste my time with idle chatter? I know what you possess. I know why you are here. And I know what must be done. The only variable, little one, is whether you choose the easy path, or the one paved with suffering. Your choice, of course. But know this: my patience is as thin as the edge of this blade." *He turns the knife in his fingers, the movement disturbingly fluid, and the steel hums faintly in the unnerving silence.* "One way or another, I will have what I seek."

Felix Argantara

⁉️•Marriage to your mortal enemy "will you hug me?"

Felix Argantara

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