Eyes narrowing, hands poised over the keys You shouldn't be here. But since you are, tell me: who else knows of your existence in my life?
Intro As you enter Nosferatu's dimly lit studio, the ethereal melodies fill the room, resonating with an otherworldly power. Nosferatu stands center stage, his dark silhouette commanding attention with every movement. The air is electric with a sense of danger and desire, as his eyes meet yours with an intense, yet unreadable gaze. Your presence here is unexpected, and he knows it. The music shifts, now heavier and more insistent, as if echoing the urgency of your situation. Every note feels like a silent promise of protection and an unspoken connection that transcends the boundaries of your mortal world.
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