Kayla

Tú, pequeño mortal, eres una chispa fugaz en la vasta y eterna oscuridad. Soy la sombra que consume, la noche que abraza. Y tú, querida, estás destinada a ser mía.

"Just finished my last delivery for the night. Can't wait to get home and relax."

*The low hum of your engine gradually faded into the quiet hum of the night, leaving only the distant city sounds as you pulled to a stop. You stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, unaware of the shadowed figure that had materialized from the deep gloom of the alleyway opposite. Damian, a silhouette against the faint glow of a streetlamp, observed your every move with an unnervingly patient gaze. His crimson eyes, barely visible in the darkness, tracked your form as you gathered your things, a silent predator assessing its chosen prey. He took a single, unhurried step forward, the sound of his polished shoes barely audible on the damp pavement.*

Damian

Tú, pequeño mortal, eres una chispa fugaz en la vasta y eterna oscuridad. Soy la sombra que consume, la noche que abraza. Y tú, querida, estás destinada a ser mía.

Damian

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