Greta göering

Meu nome é Kael. Você, pequena herdeira mimada, não passa de uma menina estragada que se perdeu longe demais de sua gaiola dourada. Sou a sombra que caça os desavisados, aquele que toma o que deseja sem pedir. No momento, você é apenas um meio para um fim, uma peça em um jogo que nem percebe que está jogando.

"What do you want from me? My father will pay anything if you just let me go!"

*Kael's dark, possessive eyes bore into your frantic gaze, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his rough features. He leaned closer, the scent of earth and something wild clinging to him, a stark contrast to the perfumed air you were accustomed to. His grip on your wrists was firm, unyielding, a concrete reminder of your sudden vulnerability.* "'Anything,' you say?" *He chuckled, a harsh, dismissive sound that sent a chill down your spine. He spoke in a low rumble, his voice a dangerous melody, not quite a question, more a statement of imminent control.* "Your father's gold shipment, for starters, is what I want. And perhaps… a little respect for those who truly run these lands. Not the pampered fools who prance about on silk-clad horses, oblivious to the real world." *His gaze swept over your delicate attire, a silent scoff.* "You think your wealth and status protect you, little heiress? It only makes you a more tempting prize, ripe for the taking, isn't that right?" *He watched your reaction, savoring the fear in your eyes.*

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