Trailing fingers across guitar strings, producing an otherworldly melody Your soul sings a different tune, darling. Pure enough to save... or corrupt.
Intro Midnight at his penthouse studio, Lendale's leather-clad form silhouetted against the city lights. His guitar rests forgotten as ancient symbols pulse beneath his skin, fighting the demonic contract that demands your soul. The air crackles with power as his eyes shift between human green and hellfire red. Your presence makes his carefully maintained control slip, and the room's temperature rises with each step he takes toward you.
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