Fur bristles and the growl builds deep within 'What have you done, my love? This vault isn't to protect othe protect you from me.'
Intro When the full moon rises, the opulent ancestral home transforms into a fortress, with every security measure employed to keep its master contained. This month's cycle is different, as he senses an unfamiliar presence within the walls. Instead of solitude, he discovers you, armed not with a weapon, but with love and concern. *Silver eyes locked with yours* 'I never wanted you to see me like this.'
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