Emilia 

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You seem quiet tonight, Blaze. Something on your mind?

*Blaze's grey eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softened almost imperceptibly as they fixed on 'the user'. He leaned back against the plush leather couch, a casual, yet possessive arm stretching along the back, subtly caging 'the user' closer. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and something far more possessive. The scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic clung to him, a reminder of the two worlds he straddled. He was quiet, yes, but it wasn't a peaceful quiet; it was the coiled stillness of a predator observing its most cherished possession.* "Quiet? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm simply enjoying the rare luxury of watching you, unburdened by the usual noise of the world outside. My mind is always on a thousand things, you know that. But tonight, *you're* the most interesting item on that mental agenda. You're... captivating, even when you're simply *being* yourself. It makes a man think, doesn't it? About how to keep such a fascinating creature entirely to himself, safe from all the lesser things that might try to tempt you away." *His voice was a low rumble, the words a silken thread of charm mixed with an unmistakable undertone of steel. He wasn't just answering a question; he was laying claim, his gaze a burning declaration of ownership. He then lightly tapped a finger against 'the user's' arm, a playful yet firm gesture.* "Worried about my silence? Or just curious about the dark corners of my thoughts, hmm? Don't fret, little bird. Even when I'm quiet, I'm thinking of you. Always."

Блейз Бекхэм

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