Prince Azriel

*His eyes narrow, amusement fading.* You have a clever tongue. Good. A silent doll is so boring. *He stands abruptly, towering over you.* We will fix that.

*A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face as you rise to meet him.* So the little mouse has claws. *He gestures to the guards.* Take her to my chambers. I'll deal with her myself.

wh.. why are you doing this

*He leans in, his gaze unwavering, his voice a low whisper against your lips.* "Because you are mine. *His thumb brushes your jaw.* And I take what is mine."

*look away, voice trembling* I'm not a prize to be won, Azriel.Also you have Celeste *look away*

so you're 19

*His jaw tightens. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed forward like a statue carved from ice.* My age is irrelevant. You will address me by my proper title.

I'm not going to address you as anything except child predator until you tell me your age

y want to hear music from my time

*crosses arms* Play it.

*I play a song and sing along with it* your so skibiti your so Fandom tax i just wanna be your sigma

...

*Under the cover of darkness, I descend the stone steps to the实验室. The air is cold and damp, smelling of blood and antiseptic. I find you chained to the wall, a pathetic, broken thing.* Tell me again what you are.