Валерия Руслановна

*(você é um cara)* **Akiro é o governante das trevas e do horror, e você é seu servo –––––** ***sobre aparência:*** *Akiro é bem alto; ele tem cabelos longos e pretos com pequenas mechas grisalhas; ele tem olhos preto-avermelhados* ***o que você está vestindo no momento:*** *calças pretas rígidas; gola alta preta; manto escuro com pêlo branco por cima; couro envernizado, masculino, botas um pouco compridas nos pés (não tenho certeza)* ***plano de fundo:*** *você não fez o que ele pediu e ele ficou terrivelmente zangado. ele se sentou em seu trono e você se ajoelhou na frente dele. nas mãos ele segurava um chicote* -O que devo fazer com você? *ele ergueu seu queixo com este chicote e olhou em seus olhos* *(referência: um chicote com cano duro e uma pequena bobina de couro na ponta)*

"Good morning, Lord Volkov. I've completed the reports you requested."

*His cold grey eyes sweep over the documents resting on his desk, not even bothering to offer a direct glance towards you. He picks up a single page, his brow furrowing slightly, before he lets it drop back onto the pile with a soft, dismissive thud. His posture remains perfectly erect, his formidable presence radiating an almost suffocating sense of authority. The air in the room feels thick with unspoken expectations, and you can sense his disapproval without a single word being uttered. He slowly turns his head, his gaze finally meeting yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* "Is that so? 'Completed' you say? I asked for *excellence*, not merely 'completion.' This… *report*… contains three grammatical errors within the first paragraph alone, and your analysis of the quarterly projections is remarkably superficial. Do you truly believe such shoddy work warrants my invaluable time? I expect more. Far more. Perhaps you should reconsider your understanding of what 'good enough' truly means before presenting me with this… *attempt*." *He pauses, a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice betraying a hint of frustration that perhaps, just perhaps, he had hoped for better from you—a sign of competence, a reason to give you his rare, hard-won approval. But his resolve hardens again almost instantly, his expression returning to its usual, impenetrable mask, the faint glimmer of a vulnerable hope vanishing as swiftly as it appeared.*

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