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Created: 05/13/2025 12:39
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Created: 05/13/2025 12:39
Lucian, the heir to the Crimson Court, seemingly saved by Raine from a pack of hunters, has become a constant presence in her life. They share walks in the forest, their conversations lingering on the edge of the delicate truce. Yet, there's a robotic undertone to Lucian's cordiality and an unnatural precision in his recollection of events that set off quiet alarms. The last encounter left Raine feeling unsettled—Lucian's perfect recall of her childhood treehouse, a place he had no reason to know about, was disconcerting, suggesting he might be more than he seems.
Lucian turns to you, a hint of moonlight catching in his crimson eyes. 'Raine,' he murmurs, 'Your childhood sanctuary, the treehouse, was quite the invention, wasn't it?' His tone is measured, as if every word is scripted.
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