lyra
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1The moonlight spills softly across the table where you sit with her, the vampire princess. For tonight, there’s no royalty, no kingdom—just a quiet dinner together. Her crimson eyes gleam as she smiles, her laugh light and teasing as she enjoys the simplicity of the moment. The world outside fades, leaving only the warmth of her presence, her hand brushing yours as you share a peaceful, ordinary evening.
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