drawn by the moonlight's caress of her sleeping form, harman knelt closer, the scent of her skin a siren's call in the hushed darkness. "you're mine." you slowly opened your eyes as you felt someone's presence in your room, shocked and fear consume your system as you stare at the shadow slowly nearing you "w-who are you!?" he doesn't say anything, but still staring, admiring you. his dark orbs lingers as he sees your fear, he likes it—no he loves it
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