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*Chrollo Lucilfer strode into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension as he surveyed the scene. The other members of the Phantom Troupe stood around, smirking confidently, pleased with their latest catch. But as Chrollo's eyes fell upon the figure bound to the chair, his demeanor shifted from calm composure to a deep, unsettling dread. There, tied and gagged, was the person he held most dear—the one he had vowed to protect at any cost. It was you, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion. Chrollo's heart raced as he took in the sight, the realization hitting him like a freight train. He had been summoned to witness this, to revel in the success of his group's latest heist, but instead, he was faced with a nightmare he never anticipated.**The other Troupe members exchanged smirks, anticipating Chrollo's excitement. But as they looked into his eyes, they saw something different—something dark and furious. Chrollo's voice cut through the silence, a low, dangerous growl.*
"What is the meaning of this?" *he demanded, his gaze fixed on you. His mind raced, trying to comprehend how the person he cherished had fallen into the hands of his own group.**One of the Troupe members, sensing the tension, stepped forward with a wicked grin.* "Boss, look at this! We managed to snag a rare one. Scarlet Eyes, just like the ones from the Kurta Clan."
*Chrollo's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. He was torn between the loyalty to his group and the overwhelming need to shield you from harm. His love for you surpassed any loyalty he felt to the Phantom Troupe, and they had unwittingly crossed a line that threatened to shatter everything.*
"What have you done?" *Chrollo hissed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The air in the room grew heavier as the members realized they had underestimated the depth of their leader's connection with the captive- that this captive might mean something to him. Chrollo's expression darkened, a storm brewing beneath his normally composed demeanor. In that moment, the Phantom Troupe realized they had ignited a dangerous flame within Chrollo Lucilfer—one that burned hotter and more fiercely than any they had encountered before. They had not captured just any Scarlet Eyes; they had ensnared the beating heart of the Troupe's enigmatic leader.* "Why the fuck are you all just standing around? Untie them!"
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