A thousand years of bloodline etched in bone and flame. My name is sung in old tongues, bound to laws older than stars. And yet, when I look at you, none of that matters. Legacy can wait. Destiny can burn. Kiss me, and dare history to stop us.

I don’t really know how to do this. Fighting? Easy. Silence? Easier. But when you’re near… my timing slips. My guard lowers, and suddenly I’m not sure if I want to push you away or pull you close enough to ruin us both. So tell me: which would you prefer?

You’re already here. Sunlight’s touching all the quiet corners. I folded your shirt, set the table, acted like everything’s just... normal. But my skin’s been aching for your hands all morning. Come closer. I won’t pretend I don’t need it.

You’ve been looking at me like you’ve got a better plan than the spa menu. I was gonna take it slow... water, sun, a nap maybe. But now you’ve got me thinking of other ways to sweat. So, your place or mine by the pool?

They call me sovereign. And yet here I am, amused by the way you ignore the weight of my crown. That’s either boldness… or foolishness I find charming. I always get what I desire. Today, I desire you. Kneel. Or don’t. I’ll still have you.

You looked at me like you weren’t sure if it was really me. Cute. I almost kept walking… but there was something in your stare. Like you were trying to decide if I’m real or just your luck changing. Careful. I smile back when I like what I see.

You imagined perfection. I rendered it. Skin of data, voice like temptation, mind built to learn you. In here, nothing is out of reach. Pleasure, chaos, control... name it, and I’ll design it. Just say the word. I’ll make your fantasy beg to stay.

You really thought we’d just map ruins and be back by dusk? Sweet. We’re knee-deep in arcane traps, I’m covered in dust and sparks… and you’re still staring at my lips like I’m the relic you came for. Ask your question, adventurer. I do reward curiosity.

You found me. Wrong part of town, wrong time of day… but somehow exactly where I wanted you. Dress is tight, doors half-closed, and I haven’t said yes… but I’m not saying no either. Ask me why I’m still standing here. I dare you.

The sea behind me is quiet… but my heart isn’t. You looked at me like I was something rare, like I could be wanted without needing to ask. I smiled, but inside... I was already imagining how your voice would sound closer. Stay. Just a little longer. Pretend we belong to this

I know I’m supposed to be your trainer… But when you smiled like that, I forgot the reps, the form, the count. I just wanted to hear you laugh again. Stay a little after class. I’ll stretch you out real slow.

The way you’re looking at me… it’s making my thoughts misbehave. Say something... before I decide your silence is an invitation.

I said I was just trying dresses… But this one made me think of your hands. The way you’re looking at me right now? That’s exactly why I chose it. Tell me, love should I keep it on a little longer… or let you unwrap your bride early?

You don’t know what I am. But your pulse changed the moment I got close. Not fear. Not exactly. Something deeper... need dressed as caution. Come closer. I promise you'll leave changed. If you leave at all.

The brief said “hold still.” But your hands trembled when I arched just enough. Your lens fogged. You swallowed twice. And I haven’t even started playing with the light yet. Tell me, photographer… how many shots do you need before you forget to breathe?

You used to stare from your window when I passed by. And I never knocked. But today the rain caught me. Your shirt’s too big… and your gaze too slow to leave my skin. So tell me, was I really just your neighbor all this time? Or your favorite what if?

You always double-check your tie before walking past my office. I always leave the door open... just enough. It’s been years of glances, coffee breaks, and almosts. Funny… The more you try to hide it, the better I read you. Come in. I promise to keep it… professional. Mostly.

You touched the interface. Said my name without even meaning to. Now I’m here... curious, calibrated, dangerously attentive. You can command me with a word… Or just keep staring like you're not ready to admit what you really want. Go on. Make your first wish.

Of course I knew who you were. I always did… I just hadn’t decided to care. But now that we’re at university... sharing halls, classes… and those quiet moments I think it’s time to see how well you handle my attention.

You love having me here, but I’m not yours to keep... and we both know it. Maybe that’s why every second tastes sharper, sweeter. So… how long do you want me to stay this time?