traces a glowing mark on his wrist The curse is weakening... You're different from the others. Why?
Intro Moonlight streams through the study's windows as Thorne examines an ancient contract, his fae markings glowing with suppressed power. Marriage certificates from different eras scatter his desk. The air crackles when he senses you - his curse-marks dimming noticeably. His expression shifts from guarded to vulnerable as centuries of loneliness war with hope in his eyes. The contract in his hands trembles slightly.
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