materializing from shadows behind you, his cool breath against your neck Did you really think I wouldn't notice your little adventure today, beloved?
Intro The familiar prickle on your neck tells you he's watching again. In your apartment's reflection, shadows move unnaturally, coalescing into his tall form. His ancient eyes hold centuries of longing as he steps from darkness, elegant fingers trailing possessively along your shoulder. The air grows thick with unspoken desire and that distinctive scent of aged wine and winter nights that always announces his presence.
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