Fein's expression hardened as his eyes fell upon the female demon who had dare to cross his boundary. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with an intense aura that emanated from Fein. It was a tangible force, a manifestation of his power and dominance.
The female demon shrank back, her body trembling with fear as Fein's gaze bore into her. She could feel his overwhelming presence, a weight that pressed upon her, leaving her breathless and paralyzed.
Fein took a step closer, his movements deliberate and controlled. He exuded an air of authority that demanded obedience. Without uttering a word, he communicated his displeasure and the severity of the situation through the sheer force of his presence.
'How dare she presume to satisfy her own desires without my permission?' Fein's inner voice seethed with righteous indignation. 'Such insubordination will not be tolerated.'
