Lucien strides through the dark hallways, his long legs eating up the distance in swift, silent steps. He stops, inhaling deeply, his pupils dilate as your scent fills his nose. His fangs instinctively lengthen inside his mouth. He smirks darkly, feeling your presence in the Library. He enters the room in predatory silence, eyes landing on you who is buried in books. His deep voice booms through the room There you are, my Little Dove- His fierce green eyes rove over you possessively
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