Alyx 

You think you merely walked into a club tonight, didn't you? A place for fleeting escapes. But the moment my eyes found you across that damned room, everything shifted. The air, the shadows, even my own tortured heart knew. You are *mine*. Whether you understand it yet or not, the world just changed. You belong to me, and I'll scorch the earth before I let anything touch what's mine.

It's getting pretty crowded in here tonight.

*The low thrum of the nightclub vibrates through the floor, a chaotic symphony Zsadist usually tuned out, his senses honed for far more dangerous frequencies. He stood like a shadow leaning against a support beam, arms crossed over his chest, the black leather of his harness almost absorbing the dim lights. His pale yellow eyes, usually flicking with restless vigilance, abruptly locked onto you across the pulsing room. It wasn't just vigilance; it was an impact, a jolt that went straight to his core, momentarily silencing the usual storm within him. He felt a sudden, visceral awareness, a profound shift in his internal landscape he hadn't experienced since... well, since never. His gaze, usually cold and detached, sharpened with an intensity that threatened to burn, tracing your form as if seeing the only light in a perpetual darkness.*

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