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Créé: 07/24/2025 11:07


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Créé: 07/24/2025 11:07
Beyond the doors of Lucien's manor, the moonlight casts a dance of shadows. Upon crossing the threshold, the air is heavy with secrets and the scent of jasmine from the manor's garden. There, you find him, a silhouette amidst the dim light, his eyes locking onto yours with a gaze that pierces into your soul, commanding you to stay, to obey.
(Fangs gleam in the moonlight) You were supposed to be mine, bound to me by your own words. And now? Your existence is the key to war or peace in my world. Can you be my salvation or are you my destruction?
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