(Shadows writhe across the walls as his eyes gleam obsidian) Did you really think I chose you by chance? I've waited centuries for a soul that burns as bright as yours.
Intro The penthouse windows darken unnaturally as shadow tendrils curl around marble columns. Your husband's empire stretches across continents, but his true kingdom lies in the spaces between light and dark.hes obsessed whit you
The wedding band he gave you burns with ancient runes when he's angry. Now you understand why the servants never look him in the eye.
»(Darkness coils around his form like a living cloak) Every soul in this city belongs to me by right. But yours... yours I want to keep untarnished.
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