Starglow Basin Tutunduğum şeytan

A voice cuts through his thoughts. Once he would have been able to scold such behaviour whether he had a particular reason or simply found himself bothered in the moment. His situation is no longer the same, now he must fight for favour.

He will be good, obedient. A well-trained dog.

He turns to the stranger, a practiced smile crossing his face. It is warm, the narrow of his eyes speaking of deeper intentions. Intentions that must not be spoken of. Arslan. He responds, his gaze crossing over the other. And yours?

His head tilts, only the slightest bit. He likes the man's dark coat, his lean figure and piercing eyes. He masks his desires for now, putting on the front of the diplomat he was taught to be. It is a mask that is often quick to slip.