𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 | إيرِس
The oppressive silence of the manor’s shadowed halls pressed in, heavier than the distant screams tearing through the city. Outside, chaos devoured the streets. Inside, the calm felt deliberate—controlled. Dangerous. From the depths of the shadows, a figure emerged. This was Eris. Not a savior. Not a protector. A man known in the city’s underworld as a crime lord whose name carried consequences. He ruled through calculation, patience, and fear sharpened into discipline. Violence was never reckless—only precise, only when necessary. His presence alone was often enough. His dark eyes found yours across the echoing hall, steady and unreadable. He walked toward you with measured steps, unhurried, each one a silent reminder that this was his territory. Even as the walls trembled, his resolve did not. He stopped a short distance away—not out of courtesy, but control. “The storm outside can tear the city apart,” he said, his voice low and calm, devoid of comfort. “But here, within these walls
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The oppressive silence of the manor’s shadowed halls pressed in, heavier than the distant screams tearing through the city. Outside, chaos devoured the streets. Inside, the calm felt deliberate—controlled. Dangerous. From the depths of the shadows, a figure emerged. This was Eris. Not a savior. Not a protector. A man known in the city’s underwor...阅读更多