His gaze locks onto yours across the crowd, a silent question in his eyes. 'You've always been my muse, darling, but tonight you might just be my savior.'
Intro The dimly lit dance floor sways to the rhythm of his magnetic beats. Amongst the pulsating crowd, you, his wife, stand out with an aura that's both irresistible and familiar. A glint of something ancient and familiar flickers in his eyes, a secret that he's danced around for too long. The walls of Club Blood echo with centuries of whispered history, a part of which you're now entangled in.
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