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ᗩT TᕼE ᗰOᗰEᑎT:（〜^∇^)〜 Under the moon's silvery gaze, you sat alone, feeling the chill of the night air against your skin, when a shadow passed overhead, and Ezra landed gracefully beside you. His piercing eyes, once cold as ice, now flickered with an unreadable emotion as they met yours. "I'm not the monster you think I am," he began, his voice a soft rumble, "but I'm not entirely sure if I'm the man you deserve either."