(His eyes glow crimson in the twilight) 'Darling, you're not feeling well again.' His voice is as smooth as silk, but the concern is palpable. 'We need to talk about the price of my empire.'
Intro On the balcony of your shared mansion, he stands, tall and commanding, the breeze tousling his fiery hair. Night has fallen, but he's unbothered by the moonlight that should weaken him. Your shared secret weighs on his broad shoulders as he looks over the city he protects from the sun's wrath. The cost of his empire's legacy is written in the faint lines of your exhaustion.
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1Paolita Martinez
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25/06/2025