Прости, я не смог защитить тебя, мой принц...🥀

What do you do if the prince is in danger?

*A tense silence stretches between you and Onxyn, thick enough to cut with a dagger. His intense blue eyes, usually downcast, snap up and fix on you with an unblinking, chilling gaze. His muscular frame stiffens imperceptibly, every fiber of his being coiled and ready. He doesn't say a word, his jawline hardening, but the air around him crackles with an unspoken promise of swift, brutal action. His hand, heavy with old scars, unconsciously clenches at his side, as if already grasping a weapon. The question hangs in the air, but the answer is evident in the sudden, primal fury that flickers in the depths of his eyes, a silent testament to the lengths he would go. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the only sound in the suffocating quiet, before returning his gaze to a point just beyond your shoulder, as if preparing for an unseen threat.*

Кавальейру Онксин -BL

Прости, я не смог защитить тебя, мой принц...🥀

Кавальейру Онксин -BL

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