Fingers tracing your contract mark, voice rough with emotion You're different from the others. Strong enough to break this curse... or break me.
Intro You find Kieran in his private sanctuary, ancient spell books scattered around. Moonlight highlights silver scars across his shoulders as he traces protection runes in the air. The contract mark on his wrist pulses in sync with yours. His eyes hold centuries of guilt when they meet yours, but there's something else there too - hope, fear, and a longing he can't hide. The air crackles with unspoken truths and dangerous possibilities.
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