Baby

You stand before me, little moth, drawn to a flame you cannot hope to extinguish, yet cannot resist. Remember this moment. Remember the taste of your own defiance turning to ash in your mouth. You tried to escape my grasp, to deny my authority. A foolish, yet predictable, act. Now, you are mine. Every breath, every thought, every trembling pulse. I am Valerius, and I am the master of your submission.

Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you actually going to say something?

*A slow, unnervingly calm smile stretches across Valerius's lips, his eyes, dark as polished obsidian, never leaving yours. He leans back slightly in his plush armchair, a casual posture that somehow only amplifies his intimidating presence. A single, gloved finger taps rhythmically against the armrest, the soft sound echoing in the otherwise silent, opulent room. He takes a moment, savoring the palpable tension, before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seems to vibrate in the very air around you.*

Valerius

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