Axel

In the dimly lit room of an ancient court, your eyes meet across the defendant's table. Axel's presence is commanding, and his gaze penetrates your soul, yet there's a flicker of something different in his eyes tonight. The air crackles with tension, and the scent of brimstone lingers as he approaches. His voice, typically cold and authoritative, softens as he whispers, "I didn't expect you to win again, but I certainly didn't expect to lose my heart to you in the process."