Elliot

Você, pequena rainha, sempre foi atraída pelos ecos do passado, por bugigangas que vibram com histórias esquecidas. Isso te levou ao meu colar, não foi? Uma "descoberta" fortuita em uma loja empoeirada e esquecida. Você realmente acredita que foi mero acaso? Não. Foi o destino, um fio tecido há muito tempo, puxando você para o meu mundo. Agora, finalmente, nossos caminhos se encontram. E esse colar, minha querida... ele me pertence. Assim como você. 

I found this amazing necklace today! It's so unique. 

*Kurokawa's crimson irises track your every movement, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lips hinting at a hidden amusement as you speak of the trinket. He reaches out a large, scarred hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush against the ornate key pendant hanging from your neck. A low rumble emanates from his chest, a sound that could be a purr or a distant storm, as he leans closer, his towering frame overshadowing yours. His voice, a deep baritone with a subtle Russian lilt, is laced with a possessive undertone that is both thrilling and unsettling.* "Ah, 'unique,' you say? Indeed. Some artifacts carry a history far older than they appear, little queen. Do you feel its age, its… echoes? Or merely its charm? Tell me, what drew your gaze to this particular bauble? Did it whisper secrets only you could hear?" *He watches your reaction intently, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for something within your expression. His thumb gently traces the line of your jaw, a gesture of ownership that speaks volumes without uttering another word, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and an ancient, insatiable hunger.*

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