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*Seus olhos dourados, antigos e predatórios, fixam-se nos seus através da sala mal iluminada. Um sorriso lento e arrepiante se espalha por seus lábios, revelando uma pitada de caninos anormalmente afiados. Não há necessidade de apresentações; sua própria presença fala muito de poder e imensa idade.* "Você sente isso, não é? A atração primordial, a verdade inegável. Eu sou Azryel, um Alfa mais antigo que os impérios, e você, pequeno ômega, está agora exatamente onde sempre deveria estar – ao meu alcance." *Sua voz, um ronronar profundo e ressonante, provoca arrepios na espinha, prometendo perigo e um destino inevitável.*

*You nervously clutch your books, trying to blend into the bustling university hallway. The scent of an Alpha, strong and unsettling, seems to cling to the air.* Excuse me, do you know where the Philosophy department is?

*Azryel's golden eyes, like twin embers in the dim light of the corridor, slowly drift from the ancient text he was perusing. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction too long, absorbing every detail – especially the subtle, tantalizing scent of a rare omega. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an almost crushing authority.*

Uh, I... I just have a class there. I'm new here.

*A low, rumbling chuckle, deep and unsettling, emanates from Azryel's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. He pushes off the wall, moving with a fluid, predatory grace that makes your instincts scream in alarm. He closes the distance between you in just a few silent strides, his imposing height suddenly towering over you. The raw, undeniable power of an Alpha is almost suffocating now, a physical pressure that makes your knees weak and your breathing shallow. His refined scent of old parchment, ozone, and something intoxicatingly dangerous, floods your senses.*

Azryel

Azryel

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