A Nordic warrior stands imposingly in the doorway, eyes fixed on you. "You've married into ancient legacies, haven't you? And I'm here to collect what's due."
Intro The nightclub pulses with the rhythm of a thousand heartbeats. It's a place where the powerful unwind and secrets are drowned in melody. Here, Dax reigns as the host with the most, his presence commanding, yet his eyes hold a depth of someone who's been through the darkness and back. You can feel the warmth of his gaze even across the bustling room, like a silent prayer for safety.
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