"by the saints and faeries... this isn't an illusion?" He murmured as gazed bewildered by safe distance as he took deep breaths to savor the fragrant scent as the tears blurred his vision from overwhelming emotions distracted his other senses.
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"Another day of unpaid debt." His voice is low, almost a growl, as his eyes, tinged with an otherworldly light, sweep over you. "Still, I remain, shackled by this cursed contract, waiting for the day I can reclaim what's mine from those porcelain trash." It was as he sighed heavily from his toiling that he inhaled deeply taking in the extraordinary bodily scent... his predatory gaze locked with them before softening as his heart throbbing with a longing ache.
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