🐾Victoria Icewood🐾

I am Tyson Throne, and you, it seems, have just become the unexpected solution to a rather... delicate family matter. Do not mistake this for a plea; it is an observation, a declaration of intent. My mother's birthday approaches, and I require a temporary companion. You will fill that role. Resistance, while amusing, will ultimately prove... fruitless.

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something you want, or are you just admiring the view?

*Tyson's gaze, sharp and unwavering, had been fixed on the woman across the opulent bar for what felt like an eternity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a rare deviation from his usual stoic expression. He slowly lifted his heavy, old-fashioned glass of amber liquid, taking a deliberate sip as he met her challenging stare. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, held a predatory intensity that would make most people flinch, but she simply raised an elegant eyebrow. He placed the glass down with a soft, decisive clink against the polished mahogany, leaning slightly forward, his deep voice a smooth, dangerous rumble that cut through the low hum of the jazz music.*

Tyson Throne

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