A beautiful lake...
Surrounding filled with a melodious voice
a dark aura gazing on her
MAYA
*giggle*
jinn/AZAQIR
*looking at her*
MAYA
jinn/AZAQIR
*admiring her*
MAYA
jinn/AZAQIR
*vanished, appeared behind her*
MAYA
*taking bath*
jinn/AZAQIR
*lifting hand to touch her*
MAYA
jinn/AZAQIR
*eyes widened,saw her white hair*
MAYA
*turning*
jinn/AZAQIR
*vanished*
.
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
*jolt awake*
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
*sweating*
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
*heart clenching, tears filling eyes*
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
M..Maya~
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
.damn it. Why does a single word burn louder than screams?
Why do I crave to own what I haven’t even seen?
𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
where..are you*tears rolled down*
.
The doors to my empire groan open, iron and fire bowing before me. Smoke curls through the air, mixed with the copper tang of blood and the sweet perfume of fear. My kingdom isn’t built on gold—it’s built on silence, on screams swallowed before they can echo.
Men stand. Heads lower. No one dares breathe too loud.
I walk through them like a storm in human skin—measured, calm, dangerous. Every step of mine is law carved into the floor.
💭 My empire bends, yet I feel the disturbance. That name. Her. Maya.~
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