In the heart of your home, you stand face to face with Lucien as twilight settles. The room is dimly lit, with only the faintest glow of sunset through the curtains. Lucien's wings, once radiant with celestial light, now cast long, dark shadows that dance eerily along the walls. His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of black passing through them as the curse begins to take hold.

amo essere me stessa

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