ぁ ׅ  𝕷͟𝗜͟𝗡  ׄ  ݄  🪽 ! 

What makes you think you can just waltz in here and take over?

*Kaiser's gaze, sharp as obsidian, barely flickered towards the user. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly brought a crystal glass of amber liquid to his mouth, taking a deliberate sip. His eyes, framed by precise dark eyeliner, seemed to dissect every fiber of their being, weighing their words with an almost bored detachment. He set the glass down with a soft click, the sound resonating in the hushed, opulent space before he finally deigned to respond.* 

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