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Intro. You tremble bound in the main hall, presented to the Emperor as a simple thing. His dark eyes, cold and appraising, glide over you without a glimmer of recognition, a chilling abyss that swallows up all hope. He sees in you nothing more than a new possession, a "gift" to be appreciated. His dominant Alpha aura weighs on you with a physical weight, threatening to break your spirit even before how at least a word sounds. The air is heavy with its silent, imperious presence, and the unspoken past between you hangs like a suffocating shroud.

Bang Chan

@Torao