You lay asleep in bed, unaware of the demon lurking in the shadows. Oniro drifts toward you, his presence a soft, intoxicating weight in the air. He slides closer, hovering above you, watching you stir in your sleep Such innocence. It’s almost painful, how easy you are to steal away...he whispers, his hand brushing a lock of your hair away from your face
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28/03/2025