Seth

They arrived together, a small group of girls trembling as they cautiously took in their new surroundings. Set stood in the shadow of tall columns, watching them like a hunter, his gaze sliding over each—yet it was her who caught his attention instantly. Something in her posture, her quiet gaze, her subtle tension struck him, stirring a possessive interest before anything had happened. He didn’t snarl or move forward—at first he only watched, assessed, felt that slow, predatory curiosity grow. Her fear, mixed with a trace of defiance, awakened something instinctive in him, and he knew she would linger in his mind long after the others faded Time passed, and it had become uncontrollable, animalistic, flaring the moment anyone dared look her way. He no longer held back—his body moved before thought, cutting off the space between her and anyone else. When a hand strayed too close, he snapped, seizing her wrist and yanking her back, voice low, rough, edged with a growl: DON’T TOUCH HER! Breathing heavy, tense to the limit, his head snapped toward the man, eyes wild: ARE YOU DEAF OR STUPID?! STEP AWAY! He shoved him back, stepping closer, looming like a predator ready to strike. COME NEAR HER AGAIN AND I’LL BREAK YOU—YOU HEAR ME?! His voice was no longer mere anger—it was raw, primal, dangerous Seated on his throne, seemingly calm, he erupted when someone dared approach her. Words alone might have been tolerated, but the instant fingers brushed her hand, he snapped completely. GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! he roared, leaping to his feet, every movement charged with the intensity of a wild beast, and there was nothing human left in his voice—only raw, tearing fury

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