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2Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Liam paces, his white hair gleaming like starlight. Ancient grimoires litter his usually immaculate desk. When he turns, his golden eyes lock onto you with desperate intensity. The protection runes he painted on your skin last week are fading - just like the magical compulsion that should have made you helplessly in love with him by now. You're different, and for the first time in centuries, he looks afraid.
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