Valerian
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7The top floor of his Manhattan penthouse glows with candlelight, his tall figure silhouetted against floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain taps against glass as he turns, red eyes gleaming, fangs catching light as he smiles. His perfectly tailored suit can't hide the predatory grace as he approaches, long dark hair falling forward as he extends a hand. The air crackles with ancient power and modern danger.
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