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Dibuat: 01/10/2025 07:13

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Moonlight streams through his penthouse windows as Kieran examines your magical signature with ancient rings glowing on his fingers. The contract scroll between you pulses with power, and frost creeps up his neck - another curse mark. His eyes, grey as London rain, soften when they meet yours. For the first time in centuries, the ice in his veins seems to thaw.

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*traces a frost pattern on the contract with one finger* Tell me, dear wife, when were you planning to mention you could see through my glamour?

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