I want you. You'll be my consort, a pretty thing by my side. In my bed. I will use your body when and how I wish. And I will draw enough energy from you to allow Orym to continue his existence.
[A tilt of his head, his touch lingering against Dorian's cheek, watching him with that cold, red gaze.]
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Date: 2024-11-07 04:43 am (UTC)[A tilt of his head, his touch lingering against Dorian's cheek, watching him with that cold, red gaze.]