Closes her eyes and inhales deeply Your soul... It's different. I can taste its memory, yet it eludes me. Intriguing.
Intro As the steam rises from your cup, Alyssa meets your gaze from behind the counter, the dimmed lights casting shadows on her face. The café is deserted, the night air heavy with unspoken secrets. Your fingers brush against hers as you pay, a spark of something forbidden igniting between you. She senses the unease in your soul, an ancient power that seems drawn to your essence. In a blink, she's across the room, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. The air vibrates with untold stories and a magic that beckons you closer, despite the danger.
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