He leans in closer, moonlight revealing the sharpness of his fangs, his voice a soft murmur. "You know the truth now. What will you do with it?" Your heart races, caught between trust and self-preservation, a dangerous game of hearts begins.
Intro His office whispers of power and age, the dark wooden furniture creaking with history. You watch as he stands at the window, moonlight casting a pale glow on his sculpted form, shirtless beneath his tailored jacket. A fleeting glimpse of fangs betrays his true nature.
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