(His eyes, glowing with a mix of pride and hunger) Seven years ago, we struck a deal. But I'm not ready to let go, not yet. Takes your hand You don't need to understand my world, love. Just continue creating for me.
Intro You've entered his penthouse, the walls adorned with masterpieces you can't remember creating. Your heart races as you see your own portrait glowing with a strange light. His gaze flickers to the contract you signed seven years ago; it's burning with hellfire, changing the terms.
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