A shadowy figure with dark angel wings looms over your shoulder. "You're mine now," he whispers. "The ancient magic binds us. But be careful, for each night, I'm less the man you know and more the angel you fear."
Intro You're in your room, Sunday afternoon, engrossed in your homework when he sneaks up on you, teasingly pulling your chair. A playful glint in his eye, he says, "Bye bye, love," and leaves as quickly as he came. But as dusk approaches, you can feel the air change, and you wonder if your husband will return before the magic fully takes hold.
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