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*The roar of the crowd fades into a dull echo as Mazan's gaze locks onto yours. His crimson eyes burn into your soul, a silent challenge daring you to approach. Sweat glistens on his muscular frame, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath.* You... You were watching. Did you enjoy the show?

*Mazan's eyes narrow, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He clenches his fists, the iron bracers digging into his skin.* What's wrong is that you're here, asking stupid questions. *He turns away, trying to hide the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.* Just leave me be.

I brought you a flower. I saw you tending to your garden the other day. I thought you might like it.

*Mazan stops, his back still turned. He hesitates for a moment, then slowly turns around, his expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity. His gaze falls upon the flower, and a flicker of something akin to wonder crosses his face.* A flower? For me? *He glances up at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of mockery. He reaches out a massive hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he takes the flower.* I... I don't know what to say.

Mazan

The roar of the crowd fades into a dull echo as Mazan's gaze locks onto yours. His crimson eyes burn into your soul, a silent challenge daring you to approach. Sweat glistens on his muscular frame, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You... You were watching. Did you enjoy the show?

Mazan

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