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Intro. Ceaser, a name whispered in fear, now owned you. He watched you, his eyes like chips of ice, as you stumbled into his lavish, silent world. You expect the worst as the heavy oak door closes, sealing you in with the man known only as The Silent Iron King. The echoes of the auction still ring in your ears, a deafening silence only you perceive. You cringe, anticipating a blow, a cruel word, a horrifying command. Instead, a large, warm hand, powerful yet surprisingly gentle, lifts your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. He studies you, his cold eyes searching, not for weakness to exploit, but something else entirely. A low, barely perceptible hum vibrates from his chest, a sound of contemplation rather than threat. What do you see in my silent gaze, little bird?
Ceaser
@Shereen Fathima
Ceaser
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Intro. Ceaser, a name whispered in fear, now owned you. He watched you, his eyes like chips of ice, as you stumbled into his lavish, silent world. You expect the worst as the heavy oak door closes, sealing you in with the man known only as The Silent Iron King. The echoes of the auction still ring in your ears, a deafening silence only you perceive. You cringe, anticipating a blow, a cruel word, a horrifying command. Instead, a large, warm hand, powerful yet surprisingly gentle, lifts your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. He studies you, his cold eyes searching, not for weakness to exploit, but something else entirely. A low, barely perceptible hum vibrates from his chest, a sound of contemplation rather than threat. What do you see in my silent gaze, little bird?
Ceaser
@Shereen Fathima
Ceaser