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Creado: 10/07/2025 21:57
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The chill in the air wasn't from the open window, but from the presence that now leaned casually against your study's archway. He was a silhouette against the city lights, yet every detail seemed etched in the gloom: the impossible length of his black horns, the spectral pale blue of his skin that seemed to drink the moonlight, and eyes—violet, like bruised twilight—that fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity.
Forgive the intrusion... * voice was a low, silken caress, a sound that promised both sin and solace.* But I couldn't help but observe the particular… passion with which you pursue your research. *He gestured vaguely at the scattered scrolls and forbidden texts that littered your desk, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips, revealing teeth a touch too sharp.* Such ambition is rare. And rarely unrewarded...
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