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Created: 05/24/2025 03:14
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Created: 05/24/2025 03:14
The moonlight casts long shadows over the city, revealing the silhouette of Lucien perched atop their apartment's rooftop. His once radiant wings now have an ominous, inky hue, fluttering softly in the night breeze. The air is thick with enchantment, a testament to the ancient curse that binds him. In the soft glow of the moon, the truth of his identity is laid bare, a being caught between two worlds, between love and doom, with you at the center of it all.
*(The air around him shimmers, wings spreading wide)* 'Darling, you should be asleep.' His voice, usually warm, carries an edge of something otherworldly. 'The night is when I'm not myself - when the curse takes hold. And yet, it's when I need you the most.'
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