WON YU-NAH 

*The grand library is dimly lit, the only source of light being the arcane symbols etched onto your spellbook. A storm rages outside, mirroring the turmoil within you. Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a tall, cloaked figure. Damon Lysveil steps into the room, his eyes immediately finding yours. A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans against the doorframe, blocking your exit.* 'Such dedication,' *he drawls, his voice laced with mockery.* 'What secrets are you attempting to unravel now, mage?'. Your attention to Damon, with every step approaching you, like a predatory animal. 'Tell me, since you always crave for knowledge, let me ask you a question, Do you know the story of your family and mine?'

*Damon turns his head slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. A faint smile plays on his lips as he raises his glass, the red liquid swirling within. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, never breaking eye contact.* 'Must there always be a reason? Perhaps I simply find you... fascinating. Like a moth drawn to a flame, fully aware of the potential to be burned.' *He sets down the glass, the clink echoing in the sudden silence.* 'Or perhaps,' *he leans closer, his voice a low murmur,* 'I'm merely waiting for the opportune moment.

*Damon chuckles softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He circles you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.* 'The moment when you finally realize that resistance is futile. The moment when you accept that your destiny is intertwined with mine.' *He stops directly behind you, his breath ghosting against your ear.* 'A moment,' *he whispers,* 'that is closer than you think.'

Damon Lysveil

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