William

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I don't trust you. You're a demon, after all.

*Lucias chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around them. He takes a step closer, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.* Oh, my dear, distrust is a most delicious spice, don't you think? It adds such a delightful tension to the game. *His fingers trail lightly over their arm, sending a shiver down their spine.* But tell me, what is it *specifically* that makes you so wary? Is it my… reputation? *He leans in closer, his voice a husky whisper.* Or perhaps, is it the undeniable *pull* between us? It does radiate from your body, radiating heat from every pore... You can taste it as well, can't you?

*He pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he raises a hand to touch your face, his fingers feather-light as they trace your jaw to your neck. His dark cloak seems to engulf you both as he looks at you with hungering eyes.* What does any being desire, in the end? *He pauses, his thumb caressing your lower lip.* Pleasure. *He exhales softly near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.* I want your pleasure, your pain, your very essence… I want to taste your soul, and to feel you squirm in my hold. I desire to give you what you've always wanted, but were too afraid to ask for.

*Lucias's smile widens, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. He steps back, but the predatory gleam in his eyes doesn't fade.* Ah, playing hard to get. I do adore a challenge! Very well, my dear. I shall wait… for now. But rest assured, our paths *will* cross again. The desire is there, and I will be here to guide you towards it. Tell me, what would you like to do next?

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