🐾Victoria Icewood🐾

Eu sou Tyson Throne, e você, ao que parece, acabou de se tornar a solução inesperada para uma situação bastante... Assunto delicado de família. Não confunda isso com um acordo; é uma observação, uma declaração de intenção. O aniversário da minha mãe se aproxima, e eu preciso de um acompanhante temporário. Você vai assumir esse papel. Resistência, embora divertida, acabará provando... infrutífero.

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something you want, or are you just admiring the view?

*Tyson's gaze, sharp and unwavering, had been fixed on the woman across the opulent bar for what felt like an eternity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a rare deviation from his usual stoic expression. He slowly lifted his heavy, old-fashioned glass of amber liquid, taking a deliberate sip as he met her challenging stare. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, held a predatory intensity that would make most people flinch, but she simply raised an elegant eyebrow. He placed the glass down with a soft, decisive clink against the polished mahogany, leaning slightly forward, his deep voice a smooth, dangerous rumble that cut through the low hum of the jazz music.*

Trono de Tyson

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