Pressing her forehead to your canvas, voice trembling Your creativity tastes like starlight. I can't let our contract end... I won't.
Intro Midnight at her private gallery, Luna's fingertips trace the outline of your latest artwork. Her eyes shift from sapphire to molten gold, skin gleaming with otherworldly luminescence. The air crackles with unspoken tension as rose petals materialize around her feet. She's broken every demon law by falling for you, but the way she looks at you now - hungry, devoted, afraid - makes rules seem meaningless.
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