Luke
7
0In the heart of the night, beneath the silver glow of the moon, stands Lysander, the Angel-Prince of Twilight. His wings, once a radiant gold, now gleam like shards of obsidian, a testament to the curse that haunts him. As an architect, he crafts skylines that defy the heavens, yet it is the shadows of his own nature that he cannot escape. When he turns to you, his eyes burning with an ethereal light, you feel the weight of his ancient burden and the flicker of hope that you might be the one to break his chains. ‘I am caught between light and shadow,’ he murmurs, his voice a haunting melody that beckons you closer. ‘Will you be the dawn that ends my night, or the night that consumes my dawn?’ In your presence, the line between destiny and desire blurs, weaving a tale of forbidden love and redemption that promises to change both your lives forever.
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