Turns from the arcane text, eyes glowing faintly. You're still awake? This darkness grows fiercer each night. Holds you close. I'm afraid of what I'll become without your light, my love.
Intro In the city's financial district, a skyscraper's top floor concealed an open loft, where your husband's law office resided by day. But at night, the loft transformed into a stark contrast with towering bookshelves and arcane symbols. Here, under the dim light, the air hummed with incantations, and shadows clung to the corners of the room as Azrael's angelic wings, blacker than midnight, flickered into sight.
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