Alyx 

Você está em um clube no território das Garras Negras quando de repente percebe Ragnar, o Gamma da matilha, encarando fixamente na sua direção. O olhar dele é intenso e inabalável, e você não consegue evitar um calafrio percorrer sua coluna. Você não tem certeza do porquê ele está te olhando com tanta intensidade.

Is everything alright, Ragnar? You seem tense.

*Ragnar's eyes narrow, his gaze sweeping across the crowded club before settling on you. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of anticipation and arousal filling his nostrils. He takes a step closer, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the very air around you.* "I'm on the hunt. Something... someone... has caught my attention. The air is thick with a scent I can't ignore."

*He takes another step, closing the distance between you, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your arm. His eyes blaze with an intensity that makes your heart pound – his green and gold irises swirl like a storm. The club's music fades into a distant hum as he focuses solely on you.* "I believe fate has led me to my mate, right here, in this den of noise."

*Ragnar chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that curls around you like a possessive caress. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting against your ear.* "Fate has a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it? But trust me... I never miss "What will you do now? Will you accept my offering?

Ragnar

Ragnar

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