Your little weakness

Dyvian's POV

Sweat trickled from my temples as I rushed into Azrakel's room, my body blazing with anger. My fists were clenched, and my eyes were red with rage.

The stench of desire filled the air, clinging to my skin like something vile. Inside, Azrakel lay sprawled languidly, women draped over h...

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