Prince Azriel

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

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*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.

*He doesn't move, merely turning his head to track you. A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as you reach for the door.* Did you forget? I locked it. *He takes a slow step closer.* You don't leave until I dismiss you.

*I was practically vibrating with fury as I snatch the key off of his side and unlock the door and silently point towards the hallway and hand him his keys*

*He takes the keys from your hand, his movements unhurried. He pockets them, then leans against the doorframe, blocking your path. A slow, cold smile plays on his lips.* You think that was wise?

*freezes, eyes widening in panic* W-what?! No, wait! *backs up slightly* Your Highness, please!

*steps closer, eyes narrowing dangerously* You have three seconds to comply before my guards help you. *voice drops lower* Or do you need more convincing?

*traces finger along jawline* No one touches what's mine. *settles against pillows, arm wrapped protectively around him* Sleep. I'll guard you.