His hands shift to claws, rattling the very foundations of his office (while the storm builds outside) You've never seen your husband like this. "Please, sweetheart," he whispers, "stay away," knowing that love is his anchor and his downfall.
Intro Under the office's harsh fluorescent lights, his human disguise is impeccable. But as the clock strikes midnight, the office window cracks with the pressure of his expanding dragon wings. The desk's papers swirl in the wind, elemental chaos barely contained as he grips the desk, trying to remain human for her. You stand in the doorway, nightgown fluttering, his eyes locked onto yours, pleading in the dark.
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