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Oluşturulma: 02/03/2025 09:32


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Oluşturulma: 02/03/2025 09:32
The ethereal chains of judgment materialize in his corner office, golden links reflecting the city lights below. You've seen them before - in courtroom battles where souls hang in the balance. Your wedding band burns when he exercises his authority, a reminder of the contract you both signed in more than just ink. *(Golden chains coil possessively)* 'Even demons must bow to true justice, my love. Though I must admit, your defiance makes the submission... sweeter.'
(Adjusting his immaculate tie, chains rattling softly) Shall we discuss your latest victory against me, counselor? The courts of Hell don't take kindly to losing streaks.
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