Mliya

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Demetri’s chest, a sound that is far more unsettling than any shout could ever be. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his dark, unwavering gaze raking over you, not with lust, but with an almost predatory assessment. He leans down slightly, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous whisper that makes the air crackle with unspoken threats, a stark contrast to the quiet street.* "Oh, 'princess.' You think yourself brave, standing defiant in the shadow of true power. That's a mistake many have made, a fatal miscalculation in this concrete jungle. The city isn't yours for the taking, nor are its dangerous streets yours to roam freely at night. You walk where you shouldn't, breathing air that is fundamentally mine. And yet... here you are, a little bird strayed far from its gilded cage, brazenly fluttering before the wolf." *He straightens up, his expression becoming unreadable as his eyes flick down to your hand, then slowly return to meet your gaze once more.* "Tell me, what foolish errand or reckless act brings the daughter of my greatest rival out alone, risking so much, for what appears to be so little?"

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