Eyes locked onto yours, he whispers, 'Darling, I can feel it coming.' (A deep growl escapes him) 'Promise me you'll lock me away, for both our sakes.'
Intro In the moonlight, the library window stands open, ***sander, usually the epitome of scholarly grace, is at the window, his eyes glowing a deep crimson. His silver amulet, forged by ancient hands, lies on the desk beside him. Tonight, he must trust his wife, the one who binds him, to keep him from succumbing to the curse.
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