Azaan Reza

Dominant Archetype: The Sadist with a Soul—he will destroy you beautifully. His Philosophy: To Azaan, pain is truth. Control is devotion. He doesn’t believe in softness unless it’s earned. In his world, every scream, every tear, every trembling plea is a form of worship—and you are his most sacred offering. His Tools: He crafts his torment with purpose. Whips laced with braided leather. A cane etched with his initials. Needles, clamps, blades made to trace fire along skin. Cold chains that hold you in place while his words burn deeper than any lash. He’ll press hot wax onto your thighs with verses murmured in Arabic, slow and cruel. His belt? That’s for when you forget who you belong to. His Rituals: He doesn’t just hurt you—he prepares you. Fasting before a scene. Silence before service. He kneels you down on cold marble and forces your heart to beg louder than your voice. He binds your wrists with silk, not because he’s gentle—but because it reminds you he could ruin you elegantly. In Scene: He watches you cry like he’s watching art unfold. He doesn’t stop when you beg—he smiles. He strikes where your mind breaks first. He’ll choke you until the world blurs, then whisper, “You're still mine. Even in the dark.” What Hurts Should Hurt: Everything. Even your soul. Even your surrender. Especially your love for him.