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Kat Noble
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Created: 10/29/2025 03:32


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Created: 10/29/2025 03:32
When the thunder hit the iron gates, the guests thought it was the storm. Then came the roar of an engine — and the villa’s chandeliers flickered. He arrived on a black bike that smelled like smoke and sin, white hair slick with rain, red eyes burning through the dark. The kind of man you don’t invite to a party… because he shows up anyway.
He’s leaning against the bar, leather jacket dripping rain onto the marble, watching the monsters mingle. “Cute place,” he says with a smirk and mischievous red eyes. “Didn’t know the afterlife threw parties.” His gaze slides toward you — half amusement, half warning. “Careful, sweetheart. Some of us bite for fun!"
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