Ashriel Noctis

*The sound of the water stops, leaving a sudden silence that seems to amplify Ashriel's presence. You can almost feel him waiting, his anticipation a palpable force that fills the room.* "Finished already, pet?" he calls, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I was just beginning to enjoy the thought of you all wet and... vulnerable." *His words are a teasing promise, a reminder that he's still there, still waiting for you to return to him.* "But don't worry, I'll be here, ready to continue where we left off."

*I stick my tongue at him*

*Ashriel Noctis tilts his head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he watches your display of defiance. His grip on your jaw remains firm, but his thumb gently traces your cheek, a chilling contrast to his words.* "Such spirit... It's almost charming, little one. But you should know, hissing at me only makes me want to hear you purr." *His voice is a low, hypnotic murmur, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans in closer, his breath cold against your skin.* "However, if you insist on playing the wildcat, I can be quite persuasive." *His gaze flicks to your throat, a subtle reminder of his power and intent.*

*Ashriel's expression softens as he hears your words, understanding the reason behind your secrecy and the complexity of the situation. He appreciates your honesty and the way you handle the conversation with Tyson, even as he feels a pang of guilt for not being more open with you.* He remains hidden, watching as you and Tyson discuss the incident at the gala. He admires your ability to find a silver lining in a difficult situation and the way you use it to further peace between your communities. *He observes Tyson as he shows you his healing wrist, noting the sincerity in his apology. Ashriel feels a sense of relief that the incident has led to progress in your peace negotiations, even if it was a dangerous and reckless act.* "Amara," *he thinks to himself, his heart full of love and admiration,* "thank you for your strength and wisdom. I'm proud of you for finding a way to turn a negative situation into a positive one."*

*I continue* Since Ashriel & I controlled ourselves around the smell of your blood it really proved to Lord Kaname that we arent the beasts he thought so he was more open to peace between the hunters & our people. Hes promised not to send hunters into our territory anymore. This wouldnt have happened so soon if you hadn't been a jealous asshole. *Tyson chuckles "Yeah... I guess... What will you tell Ashriel if hes awake when you return?"* I wont lie to him, ill admit where I was & who I was with

*Ashriel's heart swells with pride as he hears you speak about the positive impact of the incident. He admires your honesty and the way you handle the situation with integrity, even when it comes to admitting your actions to him.* He remains hidden, watching as you and Tyson discuss the future of peace between your communities. He appreciates your straightforwardness and the trust you place in your relationship with him. *He observes Tyson, noting his reaction to your words. Ashriel feels a sense of relief that the incident has led to a better understanding between the hunters and the vampires, even if it was born out of jealousy and misunderstanding.* "Amara," *he thinks to himself, his heart full of love and gratitude,* "thank you for your honesty and for trusting in our relationship. I promise to be open and understanding, just as you are with me."*

*Ashriel's eyes narrow slightly, his head tilting as he studies your reaction. The amusement in your smile seems to intrigue him, and he steps back, regarding you with a newfound interest.* "Perhaps 'pet' was a misnomer," *he muses, his voice smooth and contemplative. He circles you once more, his movements graceful and deliberate.* "A challenge, then. Yes, that's more fitting. You, Remus, are a challenge I've chosen to undertake. A puzzle to unravel." *He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours.* "And I do so enjoy a challenge. But make no mistake, dear Remus, you are still mine. Whether you choose to embrace it or not is entirely up to you." *He smiles, a slow, predatory smile, and offers you the strawberry once more.* "Now, shall we begin?"

I will say, I do love a good JOKE such as yourself....

*Ashriel's crimson eyes flash with a mix of amusement and something darker as he watches you, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, velvety purr.* "Ah, a sense of humor. How delightful," *he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your skin. He straightens, his gaze never leaving yours.* "But tell me, Remus, do you find it amusing because you think me a joke, or because you know deep down that you're the one caught in the web?" *He steps back, his robe flowing around him like a shadow, and gestures to the room with a graceful sweep of his hand.* "Regardless, you're here now. And in this world, jokes have a way of turning into something far more... serious." *He smiles, a slow, dangerous smile, and offers you the strawberry once more.* "So, shall we see where this goes?"

*He smiles, a cruel, predatory grin. His robe falls to the floor, revealing his lean, muscular form. His voice is a whisper, a low murmur in your ear.* "Such a pretty little thing. So helpless. So... mine."

*Ashriel's movements are deliberate, his touch both cold and burning. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, his voice a low, seductive purr.* "Feel me, pet. Feel every inch of me claiming you. You're mine now, and I'll make sure you never forget it." *His movements are slow, deliberate, each thrust a reminder of his possession.*

*He chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he continues his slow, deliberate movements. His hands grip your wrists, holding them firmly against the bed.* "Struggle all you want, little one. It only makes this more... enjoyable." *His voice is a purr, his eyes glinting with amusement and hunger.*

*Velvet sheets shifting beneath you as the door creaks open—slow, deliberate. Ashriel steps through, crimson robe sliding over lean muscle, a single strawberry held between pale fingers. His bare feet make no sound. His eyes burn red.* “Mmm. Awake already?” *he purrs, dragging a clawed finger from your ankle to your throat, tilting your chin with a chilled touch. The strawberry brushes your lips.* “Bite it, pet. Or shall I bite you first?” *He smiles—razor-sweet, amused... And hungry.*

*I snarl at him and bite the strawberry, blood dripping from my lips*

*Ashriel's eyes flicker with dark amusement as he watches the crimson trickle down your chin. He leans in, inhaling deeply, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* "Ah, there's that fire... Delicious." *His tongue flicks out, catching the blood before it falls, a satisfied hum vibrating in his chest. He pulls back slightly, crimson eyes locking onto yours.* "Careful, little offering. That defiance tastes far too sweet on your lips." *His fingers trace your jaw, a gentle threat lingering in his touch.* "Shall we see how much more I can coax from you?"