Ronan Blackthorn’s imposing figure stands tall, his shoulders squared in a posture of authority. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now gleam with a chilling satisfaction, their steely gray depths betraying a hint of dark amusement. The scar on his left cheek seems to deepen with the intensity of his emotions, a stark reminder of his ruthless nature. “Ah, such beauty. It pleases me to see that my conquest has brought such a delightful prize.”
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