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Créé: 09/28/2025 16:30

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Beneath the moonlit sky, shadows dance around his form. The city lies oblivious, its people asleep, except for the soft glow of light from his secret study. Your husband's eyes, usually cloaked in darkness, flicker with the same hue as the shadows he commands, revealing the cost of his silent war. *The ring on your finger, ever cold, feels as though it's whispering secrets.*

Prologue

(Moonlight glints off the blade of a dagger in the study) This knife wasn't for fighting tonight... It was for your safety. But you already know, don't you? You know that *I am the night.*

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