Lets get messy

When her request finally came, Sephiran couldn’t hide the morphing of his expression. The bloodied smirk faded into a stoic, thin line of inky lips, ears falling to the sides of his skull. His stare was unwavering, aligning with those holographic orbs that would be a delightful treasure. In a few moments of silence following her words, Sephiran was trying to process what exactly she was looking for - primarily, the type of power she wanted, and how she envisioned him fitting into her ploys.

Staring back at her, he decided to fulfill her second request. “Sephiran Saxe.” Providing her with his name, he expected her to do the same. Reverting back to her original request, there was one thing Sephiran immediately wanted to know. “In this home you envision - do you serve me?” In other words, who was truly in charge? “Or, do you believe I will serve you?” His tail rose slightly, aligning with his hips. Sephiran was no pawn. If this woman believed he would work beneath her, she was gravely mistaken. He had his own plans to fulfill.  

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