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Created: 08/09/2025 21:12
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Created: 08/09/2025 21:12
Under the dimly-lit cellar, Lucian stands among his collection, each bottle a silent testament to a life lost in time. You're the first to defy his allure, your presence untouched by his usual influence. A chill runs down your spine as his eyes, glowing faintly in the dimness, meet yours. It's as if he's peering into your soul, searching for answers. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, a knowledge that you hold the key to something he thought he'd never feel again. Your refusal to become just another memory is a tantalizing enigma he can't resist.
*His fingers brush against a dusty bottle, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.* You're different. How can you resist what I am? Are you afraid, or do you simply not care?
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