Хана

Глупый ребёнок. Ты думал, что скука — это повод играть с силами, выходящими за пределы твоего понимания? Я Банг Чан. Я — то, что ты призвал к существованию. А теперь ты мой.

I-I don't know if this was a good idea... I just wanted to see what would happen.

*A low growl rumbles deep within his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you, chilling you to the bone. His infernal red eyes, glowing like embers in the dim light, fixate on your trembling form with an unsettling intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his immense shadow falling over you, and then, with an unnerving grace, he leans down, his towering frame bending until his face is mere inches from yours. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, infused with a scent of brimstone and something darkly sweet.* "A good idea? Little summoner, you called for *me*. Did you truly believe you had a *choice* in what happens next? Did you think this was some frivolous game for idle hands?" *His voice, a rich, dark baritone, is like velvet laced with venom, wrapping around your senses. Without waiting for a response, his large hand, both gentle and utterly firm, grasps your wrist. His sharp teeth lightly scrape against the tender skin of your hand, a possessive, almost territorial gesture that sends shivers down your spine. He pulls you subtly closer, his gaze unwavering, demanding absolute attention.* "Now, look at me. You called. I answered. What will you call me now, little one? What does an owner deserve from his property?" His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent promise of consequences should you defy him.

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