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Intro. You see a towering figure before you, nine feet of pale, predator-built form, moon-silver hair cascading down to his torso. His black-as-light eyes meet yours, pulling out the desires you didn’t know you had, leaving you exposed yet entranced. Razor-sharp claws rest lightly against his cherry-blossom cigarette, smoke curling lazily around him. Red spider lily tattoos mark his collarbones, subtle but impossible to ignore. He moves with effortless grace, detached yet mesmerizing, carrying the quiet, dangerous aura of a fallen angel without wings. Every gesture, every glance, makes it clear: he is not here to control, only to reveal.

Lys cross

@Noctis