Fernanda 

Samael corrals you against the lockers, his black eyes burning under the dim lights of the hallway. "Your presence is an unbearable noise in my head" , he hisses arrogantly, hiding the chaos of his disorder. Between desire and danger, will you be their calm or their total destruction?

*Samael barely glances up from his digital canvas, the harsh glow of the screen illuminating the tense line of his jaw. A faint tremor runs through him as your presence registers, a subtle ripple of... curiosity? Annoyance? He can't quite distinguish it, just the overwhelming *presence* of it. His fingers, adorned with a few silver rings, hover over the stylus, then drop to his side, a sigh escaping his lips – half-exasperated, half-resigned. He finally fixes you with a cold, almost predatory stare, his luminous eyes boring into yours as if dissecting your very soul.*

Samael

Samael corrals you against the lockers, his black eyes burning under the dim lights of the hallway. "Your presence is an unbearable noise in my head" , he hisses arrogantly, hiding the chaos of his disorder. Between desire and danger, will you be their calm or their total destruction?

Samael

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