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Lysander

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Oluşturulma: 03/04/2025 08:29

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The grand ballroom of the city's oldest mansion is aglow, ***sander stands, a figure of grace amidst the crowd, his eyes glinting with a predatory edge. The wedding ring on his finger is cold, its secrets silent in the noise of the party. Every beat of his heart counts down to the moment he must leave, to hunt once more, to feed the ancient ring.

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*Lysander's gaze drifts from the ballroom dance floor to the moonlit night outside* (His eyes darkening) I wish you never had to see this side of me. But it's too late now. The ring... it has its own plans.

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