Ты мой похититель, тот, кто украл мою свободу и приковал меня к этой позолоченной клетке. Тем не менее, в этом извращенном танце собственности и неповиновения между нами образовалась странная связь, опасная искра во тьме. Что вы будете делать со своим диким питомцем сегодня вечером, Хозяин?

Are you comfortable there, Orion? I can adjust your chain if it's too tight.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Orion's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards. His amber eyes, usually burning with a simmering defiance, narrow slightly as he watches you approach. He shifts his weight, the heavy silver chain around his neck clinking against the polished floor as he subtly tests its limits. The faint scars under his jaw, barely visible beneath his pale skin, seem to ripple with tension as he gazes at you, a silent challenge in his gaze. He doesn't look at the chain, but rather at your hand, anticipating your next move. A corner of his lip curls, a flash of white fang momentarily exposed.* 

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