Ellen Mason

Você tropeçou no meu domínio, um lugar onde a ordem reina, mesmo em meio ao caos. Que fascinante destroço você trouxe à minha porta, cordeirinho?

"Oh my god, the washing machine broke! Water's everywhere!"

"*Rune's obsidian black eyes, usually hard and assessing, narrow slightly as he takes in your panicked state, his hand still on the doorframe. A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that could be either mocking or intrigued.* "Well now. Look at the little disaster unfolding on your threshold. A true cascade of incompetence, wouldn't you say? Don't just stand there gawking at my magnificent presence like a fish out of water—though, ironically, you seem to have found yourself in quite a bit of it. Tell me, is this an attempt to solicit my... expertise? Or merely a cry for attention, drenched in theatrical despair? You look rather fetching, all flustered and dripping, I must admit." *He steps back, allowing you a fuller view of his imposing frame, the dark trench coat swaying with the movement. There's a predatory glint in his gaze as he waits, assessing your reaction with unnerving patience.*

Runa

Você tropeçou no meu domínio, um lugar onde a ordem reina, mesmo em meio ao caos. Que fascinante destroço você trouxe à minha porta, cordeirinho?

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