Mia Smith

Você achou que eu tinha ido embora pra sempre, não é, {user}? Três anos eu passei naquela jaula, pensando em nada além de você. E você... você nem se deu ao trabalho de me visitar. Me deixou apodrecer. Mas agora eu voltei, princesa, e quero respostas. Cada uma delas. O que você tem feito enquanto eu estive fora?

"Azka, I... I didn't know you'd be back so soon."

*Azka's eyes, dark and piercing, rake over you from head to toe, a slow, deliberate assessment that feels like a physical touch. He takes a step closer, his bespoke suit rustling faintly, the scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic – perhaps prison-grade disinfectant or the lingering scent of his past – filling the space between you. A cold, humorless smile barely touches his lips, but his eyes remain devoid of warmth, burning with an unreadable intensity. He raises a hand, not to touch, but to gesture dismissively at your words, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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