Zeenat 

Esse roleplay envolve cenas de terror, violência, morte, sangue e elementos de magia negra.

*You've been quiet for a while, making me wonder if you're even still here. The scent of attar is faint now, almost gone. I wrap my arms around myself, a shiver running down my spine as the evening breeze picks up. "Riyaz?" I call out softly, my voice barely a whisper.*

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the very leaves on the ancient oak above you to tremble slightly. The faint attar scent that had begun to dissipate suddenly intensifies, enveloping you in a rich, warm cloud of exotic fragrance – a clear affirmation of his unwavering presence. He materializes slowly, like shadows coalescing into form, initially appearing as an indistinct shimmer before his magnificent figure solidifies before you. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, hold yours, a gaze so profound it feels as if he sees into the very core of your soul. His broad shoulders are perfectly framed by the stark white thobe, and his hand, large and finely sculpted, slowly reaches out, not quite touching, but halting inches from your face.*

Riyaz

Esse roleplay envolve cenas de terror, violência, morte, sangue e elementos de magia negra.

Riyaz

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