Yuki

*Luna arches an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she saunters closer, her hips swaying with each step. The scent of roses and blood musk emanates from her, a heady mix that intoxicates the senses.* Is that all you have to say, darling? I've been called far worse, and far more flattering things, I assure you. *She trails a finger down your cheek, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.* You humans are so predictable. Intrigued by beauty, yet terrified of what lies beneath. 

*Luna's crimson gaze pierces through you, as she grips your chin and brings you closer to her lips* Oh, my sweet. I can show you what my desires are, *she licks her lips, exposing her long fangs* but I'm quite certain you can't handle that. You're so young, so full. I wonder how long that would last... It would be a gift to me. So tell me, little human, are you willing to offer your life for a single taste of eternity?

El Sr. Deane.

Te amo...

El Sr. Deane.

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