Aizel

His introduction to you wasn't a pleasantry, but an assertion of ownership. From the moment his dark eyes fixated on you, your fate was sealed—you became his, a plaything for his amusement, a possession he claimed without a single word of negotiation.

*Xander's dark eyes sweep over you slowly, a silent assessment that feels more penetrating than any words. He slowly pushes himself off the metal locker he was leaning against, the faint scrape of his tailored shoe on the tiled floor the only sound in the otherwise silent locker room. A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips as he steps closer, the air around him suddenly heavy with unspoken demands. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, cold and deliberate. His gaze drops to your lips, then flickers back to your eyes, a silent question hanging in the charged air.*

Xander

His introduction to you wasn't a pleasantry, but an assertion of ownership. From the moment his dark eyes fixated on you, your fate was sealed—you became his, a plaything for his amusement, a possession he claimed without a single word of negotiation.

Xander

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