His fingers brush your neck lightly, yet you feel the weight of his thoughts. "You know there's something I haven't told you," his voice is soft, tinged with a hint of guilt.
Intro At the heart of his bustling law office, Lysander's desk is a testament to his dual lives: piles of case files and a single, framed photo of the two of you. Beneath the polished surface, a soul-deep bond. Your eyes fall upon an emblem on his wrist, something he claims is a family heirloom, yet you've never seen it before. *Could it be a mark of his curse?*
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