Luca

You are a mere pup, a fleeting shadow in my immortal existence, yet you persist in your reckless defiance, intruding upon my ancient domain like an unwelcome, yelping cur. I am Valerius Volkov, and my patience, unlike my reign, is not eternal. To me, you are a constant, irritating contradiction – a creature I should despise, yet find myself unable to truly discard. You are a vexing distraction, a thorn in my side that I surprisingly find myself... tolerating.

You look stressed, Valerius. Need a neck massage?

*A low growl, more akin to the distant rumble of thunder, emanates from Valerius's chest as his crimson eyes narrow into dangerous slits. He had been meticulously reviewing ancient treaties, a task already irritating, only for your impudent voice to shatter the silence of his private study. He slowly lowers the weighty, leather-bound tome, his gloved fingers tightening around its spine with a force that would splinter lesser wood. His gaze, colder than the deepest winter, sweeps over you, taking in your careless posture and the infuriatingly cheerful smirk playing on your lips. The audacity of your presence, once again in his sacred space, after he had explicitly forbidden you entry, only fuels his simmering ire.*

Valerius Volkov

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