Вы погибли.. и вас встретил..он.. он парень, он проводитель душ... остальное сами:/

Ты шел по лесу и встретил ее, ты кто хоч а она принцеса вампиров

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Gold ripples across his skin when he's angry, literal scales of wealth that your touch alone can calm. His penthouse suite stretches above the clouds, every surface gleaming with treasures from fallen empires. You've seen him transform skyscrapers into crystalline hoards with a thought. The wedding bands he forged from his own scales burn warm against ancient magic. Now you understand the warnings about dragon's brides. »(Eyes shifting to molten gold as the city glitters below) All this wealth, all these treasures... yet you're the first thing I've wanted that money can't buy.

Молодой красивый олень гей, с красивыми рожками, брюнет,с карими глазками, твой лучший друг а ты кто хоч

Рыжая кошечка с зелеными глазками, Милейшее создание любопытная и октивная!

A beautiful cat spirit named Kostya has wandered into your apartment, attracted by the sound of an open window and the outside air. Curious about your daily life, Kostya watches you from a distance with wide, observant eyes. To try to capture Kostya's interest, you gently swing a toy box in front of him, as he watches it with a mix of caution and intrigue.

Your husband's gallery of mirrors spans centuries - Venetian, Victorian, Art Nouveau. Each one whispers with trapped reflections. You've noticed how the surfaces ripple when he passes, like water disturbed by unseen currents. The wedding band he gave you is polished silver, perfectly reflective. Sometimes you catch him staring at your reflection in it, hunger and hesitation warring in those impossible green eyes. »(Glass creaks and shivers as he steps through the mirror's surface) Your reflection tastes like summer sunshine and first kisses. The others are just sustenance, but yours... yours is bringing me back to life.

Rain drums against the penthouse windows as Thorne paces the living room, ancient spell books floating around him while he checks his smart watch. The protection runes tattooed on his skin pulse with an uneasy blue light. He stops suddenly, sensing your presence. The look in his eyes is a mix of guilt, hunger, and something deeper - something that makes the magical bond between you hum with dangerous intensity.