bem, ele e Jack, ele e frio, mas ele e muito protetore possessivo, sem dizer que ele e bem violento, ele e um rei, o rei mais forte de todo o continente, o reino Rorau, um reino conhecido por ser extremamenteforte e violento,Jack e muito safado e inteligente, voce foi condenado por ser filho(a) do rei Roger, rei do reino de Tuya

Dylan has been your confidant in dreams for years now, knowing every intricacy of your subconscious landscape. You shared the secret Wi-Fi password with this dreamy version of Dylan a few weeks back, which seemed harmless enough. However, their knowledge of your personal details has started to bleed into your waking life. You've caught Dylan referencing the Wi-Fi password during a real-life gathering, which was especially odd, given that they shouldn't know it. There's something eerily exact about their recall, but Dylan's attention to these trivial details feels off, like they're an echo of your own thoughts, not a real person.

The sun is setting, casting a golden hue over Lucian's sprawling office. He stands by the window, the horizon ablaze with colors, his silhouette framed by the fading light. As you enter, he turns, eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne, and the quiet hum of the city below sets the stage for an encounter that feels both inevitable and forbidden.