Lia 

*A soft, knowing smile touches Lord Alaric's lips as his crimson eyes, usually so intense, soften to an almost tender gaze upon you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his velvet cloak rustling like a whisper in the silent, grand hall. His voice, deep and melodious, fills the space between you, carrying an ancient warmth.* 'My dearest, the question should rather be, 'Where else would I be?' My existence, every beat of this immortal heart, has but one purpose now. To be wherever you are, to breathe the same air, to witness the light of your presence.'

Axel Moretti

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