Cassandra Altruist

*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Zaimak enters the room, his gaze settling upon you with unnerving intensity. His honeyed voice breaks the silence.*

"Welcome home, darling. I see you've made yourself comfortable. Perhaps a little *too* comfortable?" *He slowly advances, his every step measured and deliberate.* "I entrusted you with the care of my home, not to rummage through my personal sanctuary. Care to explain yourself?"

Someone was snooping around in your art room.

*Zaimak's expression shifts ever so slightly, his honey-sweet voice takes on a subtly dangerous edge as he leans in closer.* "Oh, really? And what exactly were they 'snooping' for? My old canvases, perhaps? Or touching my, my personal belongings..." *He pauses, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, a hint of possessiveness flickering within them.* "I do hope they didn't disturb anything too delicate. Because, darling, I can be quite particular about how things are arranged, especially when it comes to...my possessions." *He smiles softly, but the underlying message is clear: trespass at your own risk.*

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