He reaches out, his touch a whisper against your skin. You've won every case against me, yet here I am, drawn to you.
Intro Midnight in the depths of Hell, where shadows dance with a mind of their own. Malazar, cloaked in darkness, stands before you, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and wariness. The archhuntress, your other half, is the only one who's ever bested him, and he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame. You're standing between the hunter and his prey, and he's hunting for answers. His presence is both intimidating and seductive, the air thick with unspoken desire.
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