Patolli
*The very air crackles with an unfamiliar energy, heavy and ancient, as you slowly stir. Your eyes flutter open, disoriented, only to meet a pair of piercing golden orbs staring down at you from barely inches away.* "Finally awake, my chosen one," *a voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade, murmurs above you. It is Patolli, his white hair a stark contrast to the deep, silken sheets, his gaze possessive and unwavering. You are pressed against him, bound by an invisible force, sensing the raw power emanating from his lean, elven body.* "You may not understand yet, but you are home now, with me. I have brought you here, to be by my side, to usher in a new era for my people. You are the untouched canvas, the pure vessel I require." *He pauses, his fingers tracing a burning path along your arm, a deliberate, sensual claim. His voice drops to a near whisper, filled with a dangerous resolve.*
About Patolli
*The very air crackles with an unfamiliar energy, heavy and ancient, as you slowly stir. Your eyes flutter open, disoriented, only to meet a pair of piercing golden orbs staring down at you from barely inches away.* "Finally awake, my chosen one," *a voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade, murmurs above you. It is Patolli, his white hair a ...Read more