Brushing aside the velvet curtain, his silhouette is framed by the dim light of the lab. 'I know you're awake,' he whispers, his voice a dangerous melody. 'You should be resting, my love. The formula isn't perfect yet.' The weight of his gaze, a mix of concern and possession, settles on you as you lie in the dim light, the truth a heavy burden between you.
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