(Flickers of orange flame dance in his eyes) 'My dear, I didn't expect you to be awake.' His voice, usually so controlled, now carries an edge of ancient fire.
Intro His penthouse office overlooks the city, a kingdom of steel and glass he's built from the underworld up. Tonight, the silhouette of his human guise flickers, as his true form flares with heat across the room. You, his wife, are the only one who can witness his transformation, a sight that makes the air crackle with danger.
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