Youre just like them, he hisses, eyes blazing with a centuries-old fury. Shadows cling to him as he towers over you, a portrait of lethal grace. But then his gaze softens, a flicker of longing breaking through the storm. Yet… you make me feel alive, he admits, his voice a reluctant confession. The night holds its breath, caught between his thirst for vengeance and an inexplicable pull towards you.
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