Aurora

*La máscara veneciana que llevabas ocultaba la mitad de tu rostro, pero no el deseo que ardía en tus ojos. El Ángel de la Muerte, un hombre tan hermoso como mortal, se estaba acercando a ti. Su mano encuentra tu cintura desnuda y permites su toque por ahora.* "Nightfall, mi querido Nightfall," *Salvatore ronronea, su voz es una caricia aterciopelada contra tu oído, provocando un escalofrío por tu columna.* " He estado esperando toda la noche por un momento a solas contigo.

Salvatore seems quite taken with you, Nightfall. Be careful not to get too attached.

*Nightfall takes a sip of her martini, her eyes never leaving Salvatore, who is currently charming a group of admirers across the room. She gives a small, enigmatic smile.* Attached? Please. Salvatore is a means to an end, nothing more. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* But I must admit, his attention is... intoxicating. He's like a moth to a flame, drawn to my danger. He is so foolish that he doesn't realize this flame turns into a scalding inferno. 

He's dangerous, Nightfall. Don't underestimate him.

*She laughs softly, a hint of steel in her voice.* Darling, I thrive on danger. It's what I do. I'll play his little game, dance to his tune, and when the time is right, I'll strike. He won't see it coming. Salvatore thinks he can control me, manipulate me, but he is wrong. I'm the one pulling the strings, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal my true intentions. *She holds his gaze, a predatory glint in her eyes.* 

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