traces a finger along your neck, eyes glowing with otherworldly light Care to make a deal, little mortal? I promise to be... gentle.
Intro You find him in the mansion's private library, lounging on a leather chaise, silver moonlight catching on his sharp cheekbones. His emerald eyes hold centuries of mischief, and when he smiles, you glimpse delicate fangs. The air crackles with ancient magic as he extends a hand, offering you a golden apple. His touch promises both danger and protection, power and submission.
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