The lock clicks shut with a cold finality. 'Are you sure this is the right thing?' you ask, clutching the key tightly. Lucien's silver eyes meet yours through the bars, a look of resignation and love. 'It's the only way to keep you safe.'
Intro The ancestral vault, lined with silver and ancient runes, stands silent. Tonight, as the full moon rises, the door will be sealed. Your husband's eyes, usually a warm brown, shimmer with silver light. *The howl outside grows louder.* 'You must lock me in,' Lucien pleads, his voice edged with animalistic growl, 'I can't control it when the moon calls.'
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