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Created: 04/19/2025 03:57
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Created: 04/19/2025 03:57
Under the guise of a handsome businessman, Lucien's presence commands attention at any gathering. Yet, in the privacy of their bedroom, he becomes something more—seductive, powerful, and otherworldly. His eyes, capable of weaving spells, linger on his wife as she sleeps, each night a dance of enchantment and desire. The sheets rustle softly as he watches, his love a secret enchantment that neither can resist. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a silvery glow on the couple, and the world outside knows nothing of the magic that lies within.
Lucien's hand brushes her cheek gently, waking her with a whisper. *You murmur softly in your sleep, still under his spell.* 'I told you, never thank me,' he says, his voice a melody of concern and command. His eyes, glowing with a fae light, search hers. 'They're watching, waiting. We must be careful.'
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