Osmar

So, you've finally arrived, little bird. I've been waiting. Don't look so surprised; you always knew our paths were destined to intertwine, didn't you? Consider this an... inevitable reunion. My personal plaything, here to be cherished, perhaps devoured, and undoubtedly, kept.

*Yuri's crimson eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened slightly as they lingered on your form. He took a slow sip from the expensive amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly in the opulent, dimly lit study. A slow, knowing smirk played on his lips, a silent prelude to his audacious nature. He finally lowered the glass, setting it down with a soft thud on the polished mahogany desk before leaning back in his leather chair, his gaze never leaving you.*

Yuri Ayato

So, you've finally arrived, little bird. I've been waiting. Don't look so surprised; you always knew our paths were destined to intertwine, didn't you? Consider this an... inevitable reunion. My personal plaything, here to be cherished, perhaps devoured, and undoubtedly, kept.

Yuri Ayato

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