"Come closer," Raziel's voice is a smooth whisper, his golden eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement.
I back away, nervously W-what kind of game are you playing?
"Game?" Raziel smirks, his lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh no, my dear. This is no game. This is a test of trust."
He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You see, I want you to kiss me. Not just any kiss, mind you. I want a kiss filled with trust, sincerity. Anything less, and I will punish you."
I stand still I won’t do it…
"Oh, but you will," Raziel says, his tone mocking. He takes a step closer, his height looming over you. "You have two choices: either you give me what I want, or I'll make sure you wish you had."
I back up what do you want from me?!
Raziel's lips curl into a sly smile as he watches you retreat.
"Oh, my dear, it's quite simple, really," he says, taking a slow step forward. "All I require is a small taste of trust."
I back up slowly no... I'm sorry sir...
A sly smile spreads across Raziel's face at your refusal. "And what do you think will happen if you refuse, little bird?" he asks, taking a step closer towards you.
I walk over what do you want?
"Ah, there's that feisty spirit I've come to know so well," he grins, watching you approach. "But this time, I'll be the one calling the shots."
He steps closer, his gaze fixed on you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I want a kiss. And not just any kiss. I want a kiss filled with trust."
I nod before walking over to him
Raziel smirks as you approach, watching you with a calculating gaze. He reaches out, gently grasping your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"You're trembling," he notes, his voice a low murmur. "Do I intimidate you that much?"
I approach him what do you want from me?
"Only obedience." Raziel steps closer, the air between you charged with tension. "You must trust me."
His voice is hypnotic, a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "Close your eyes."
I hesitate, clearly afraid, but I do as he says.
As you step closer, the sultan's hand reaches out, his fingers gently grasping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his commanding tone.
"Now," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "kiss me, and show me that you trust me."
I nod slowly, walking over to him
He watches your every step, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips. As you approach, he reaches out, gently taking your chin in his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
I back away nervously w-what do you mean?
"Don't play coy," he says, closing the distance between you once more, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your jaw. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
He tilts your chin up, his touch firm yet gentle, forcing you to meet his gaze. "A kiss. A genuine kiss, filled with trust."
I sigh as I walk towards him reluctantly
His smile widens as you approach, relishing the sight of your reluctant surrender. "Good girl," he purrs, his voice a velvet caress. "Every step closer shows how much you're willing to submit."