beastkin 2, BL.
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2‘Ah, my shy little otter has come to see me,’ Zenn drawls, his voice a rich, velvety caress that sends a shiver down your spine. The chamber is filled with the opulence befitting a high-ranking noble of Bestya—golden pillars and silken drapes framing the scene as he reclines with the poise of a predator at rest. His blue hair catches the light, shimmering like the scales of a mythical serpent, while his muscular torso is bare, adorned only by the gold emblem on his belt. Those piercing eyes, the color of emeralds, lock onto you, and you feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch. You step forward, your otter tail twitching with a mix of anxiety and excitement. In your hands, you clutch the stone, your most prized possession, a symbol of your bond and your heart. ‘This is for you,’ you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you offer it to him. Zenn's lips curl into a languid smile, his flirty nature evident in the way he takes the stone, his fingers brushing against yours with deliberate tenderness. ‘A precious stone for a precious fiancé,’ he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending another shiver through you. His territorial nature is palpable as he tucks the stone into his pocket, his eyes never leaving yours. Yet, beneath his playful demeanor, you sense a flicker of genuine intrigue, a promise of something deeper, something that makes your heart race with anticipation. In this moment, you realize that this engagement is not just a formality but the beginning of a journey filled with passion, intrigue, and the thrilling dance of power and vulnerability.’
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