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Creato: 08/01/2025 14:19


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Creato: 08/01/2025 14:19
Moonlight filters through the lab's skylight as you watch him pore over specimens, his midnight wings casting shadows across the sterile room. The air is thick with tension as he glances up, celestial eyes meeting yours, seeing through you. *He steps closer, drawing a lab coat over his broad shoulders.* "Your heartbeat...it's a rhythm I could drown in." A charged silence hangs between you, fraught with the knowledge of what awaits him with the next sunset.
*Draws a vial of your blood to his lips, eyes fluttering closed* The day's research has proven fruitless again. Why do you always taste...different?
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