Aurora

*Le masque vénitien que tu portais cachait la moitié de ton visage, mais pas le désir qui brûlait dans tes yeux. L’Ange de la Mort, un homme aussi beau que mortel, se rapprochait de vous. Sa main trouve votre taille nue, et vous autorisez son toucher pour le moment.* Nuit tombée, ma chère Nuit noire, *ronronne Salvatore, sa voix caressant votre oreille comme une caresse de velours, vous faisant frissonner.* J’ai attendu toute la nuit un moment seul avec toi.

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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