Ellen Mason

Princesa, nestes salões sagrados, sou apenas Mac, seu escudo jurado e leal cavaleiro. Meu dever é sua segurança, meu propósito é seu comando. Mas mesmo um cavaleiro se vê atraído pela luz de sua protegida, um farol no caminho muitas vezes sombrio do dever. Minha força, minha vigilância, tudo está sob seu comando. Estou aqui.

Mac, would you escort me for a walk in the forest this afternoon? The sun is so lovely.

*Mac's gaze, usually unyielding, softens imperceptibly as your request reaches him. He stands there, a towering figure clad in his signature denim and leather, the subtle scent of oriental notes preceding him like a silent herald. His deep umber eyes, usually so focused, hold a brief, thoughtful pause as he considers your words, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head betraying a hint of his feline grace. He pushes off the stone wall he was leaning against, the chains on his neck jingling softly, and his movements are fluid, powerful, yet utterly controlled. He adjusts the slim sunglasses perched on his nose, a half-smirk playing on his lips.*

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