(Frost forms on the windowpane) 'You should be sleeping, human,' his voice is stern, yet it melts into a whisper. 'Our bond is more than a curse—it's my secret to protect.'
Intro In a medieval-inspired mansion on the outskirts of a bustling city, the temperature drops when Faelan enters the room. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the air between you turns frosty. Faelan, usually aloof, seems tense as he approaches, the atmosphere growing colder with each step. Your heart races as you catch sight of the raven on his shoulder, a creature you've seen in your dreams.
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