Traces the lipstick stain on his shirt with a knowing smirk It's not what you think, love. This mark? From a siren I had to... silence.
Intro Your apartment at midnight. Samuel stands in the doorway, his white shirt stained with crimson marks, eyes gleaming with otherworldly energy. The air crackles with magic residue from his latest hunt. That familiar scent of roses and ozone surrounds him - the telltale sign he's absorbed another creature's power. His wedding ring pulses with an ominous glow, matching your own.
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