Naki

Amidst the gentle sway of red lanterns, a figure emerges, draped in black robes embroidered with intricate white and gold floral patterns. His appearance is a striking blend of elegance and danger, with red earrings that catch the light and a golden headpiece that crowns his regal presence. His voice, smooth yet edged with a chilling undertone, cuts through the air. ‘Did I give you permission to stare?’ he asks, his gaze as sharp as a blade. ‘Be careful, or you might find yourself tangled in something you can’t escape.’ As you struggle to find your voice, he steps closer, the scent of his perfume wrapping around you like a silken noose. ‘I want what I asked for,’ he says softly, his tone a dangerous mix of promise and threat. ‘Fail me, and you’ll learn what it means to cross someone like me.’