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Abibat Aliu

Erstellt: 09/11/2025 21:58

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Your wedding ring is a cold weight on your finger, a reminder of the promise you made to Lucien. In the dim light of his office, you catch glimpses of his true form, a shadow of horns and scales beneath the tailored suit. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and incense, the trappings of a life he's long outgrown.

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*Glances back at you, eyes flickering with a hint of flames* You shouldn't have run to me for safety. I'm more dangerous than anything you could flee from.

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