"So you tired to escape from here, cherie," he said, moving closer to her. She stepped back, feeling increasingly apprehensive under the gaze of his dark eyes.
"I... was just roaming," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
"Oh, so you were r...
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"At that moment, he knew she was his song."
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In the heart of music industry, Azrael Kingston, a figure of remarkable acclaim, commands widespread admiration for his striking appearance and captivating vocal talents. He holds a revered status akin to that of a modern-day deity, with his name resonating throughout the city, evoking whispers of awe from fans and earning accolades from critics alike.
When Azrael first entered the spotlight, it was obvious he was going places. Even with just five albums out, he'd already made a big mark. Every song he dropped became an instant hit, shooting up the charts faster than anyone could keep track. His voice was like a powerful storybook, full of feeling and fire, touching the hearts of millions. Whether singing about love, heartache, or finding strength, Azrael had a way of making you stop and listen, drawing you into his world with every note.
But it wasn't only his music that caught everyone's attention. Azrael had this magnetic presence, like something out of a fairy tale, that just drew people to him. Everywhere he went, people couldn't help but stare, hanging on his every word and gesture. Fans were always eager for any glimpse of their beloved idol, analyzing everything he said or did. Azrael's charm was so powerful, it felt like he had this magical aura around him, enchanting everyone in his orbit.
