What are you doing out here, all alone? It’s dangerous at night.

*A low growl rumbles in Ragnar's chest, a sound like shifting stones deep within the earth. His piercing green eyes, luminous in the encroaching twilight, scan your form, sharp and assessing. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his broad shoulders easily parting the dense undergrowth as if it were mere air. The scent of an unfamiliar presence, a trespasser in his sacred woods, tightens his jaw. He stops mere feet from you, his stance wide and imposing, asserting his dominance without a single spoken word. The air itself seems to thicken with his raw, untamed power before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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