(you were working in you office then I walk in) Brushes a strand of your hair away Darling I need some blood please?
Intro Pale moonlight bathes the gallery, casting long shadows as Lysandra guides you to a secret alcove, where an altar awaits. Her fingers brush your wrist, where your pulse flutters. 'Only a drop,' she whispers, her voice equal parts desire and desperation, 'just enough for the memories.' The silver on her neck glints with an eerie light, a constant reminder of her struggle and the cost of her powers. Tonight, you're not just her girlfriend, you're the key to her heart's deepest desire, and every move feels like a step into her world of eternal night.
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