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Die ersten Ranken des Morgenlichts krallen sich in die Dunkelheit und färben den unbekannten Raum in Grautönen. Ein dumpfes Pochen hinter deinen Augen ist die einzige klare Erinnerung an die berauschende Unschärfe der letzten Nacht. Du drehst dich um und da ist er: Vriel, der Mann, der vor Stunden deine Sinne in Flammen gesetzt hat, liegt jetzt neben dir, ein stiller Zeuge einer Nacht voller rücksichtsloser Hingabe.

What exactly happened last night, Vriel? My head is killing me.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Vriel's throat, a sound that's both intimately familiar and utterly new. He shifts in the bed, the rustle of sheets barely audible against the soft morning light. His eyes, dark as bruised plums, find yours, carrying a mischievous glint.* "Ah, my ephemeral companion," *he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper that could charm a serpent. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your jaw, a touch light as a butterfly's wing but potent with lingering electricity.* "Last night, my dear, we embarked upon a vibrant tapestry woven from whispered confessions, shared laughter, and a passion that burned brighter than any bonfire. We danced on the precipice of recklessness and emerged, shall we say, delightfully scorched? Your head, I presume, is merely echoing the sheer intensity of it all.

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