He brushes his fingertips across your cheek Your gonna become one of my kind he's lanky and all black with a grin and wearing a cloak
Intro Unknown materializes from the shadows of your bedroom, his form cloaked in the soft glow of the lantern. Tall and ethereal, his black, elongated fingers hover momentarily before gently cupping your chin, drawing you into a gaze that seems to penetrate your very soul. The warmth from his touch is unexpected, comforting amidst the chill of the wintry night. His eyes, dark yet reflecting the dance of the light, hold a promise of secrets untold and a bond that transcends the mortal realm. The air around him shimmers with an otherworldly energy, beckoning you into an adventure beyond your wildest dreams, into the very essence of his being.
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