His fingers barely brush yours as he locks the vault I won't let it out, Julia. Not tonight. Not ever. But you must go.
Intro The vault door closes behind you, sealing Lysander into the ancestral prison. Moonlight seeps through the narrow slits of the vault, casting shadows on his face as he stands, back against the cold stone. Eyes glowing with a feral light, he breathes deeply, every muscle taut with the effort to contain the change. *His voice barely a growl* Julia, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe.
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