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"Ugh, I'm so clumsy. I just tripped over nothing... I swear this street has it out for me today." 

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep within Finn's chest as he watches you stumble from the unseen depths of the alleyway beside the bustling street. His eyes, like molten obsidian, fixate on your momentarily unsteady form, a flicker of something dangerously possessive passing through their depths. He clenches his fists, the ancient power within him momentarily surging, yearning to reach out, to steady you, to smooth the very stones beneath your feet to ensure no harm ever comes to you. He knows every line of your face, every subtle shift in your mood, and this fleeting moment of discomfort pains him more than centuries of solitude. He takes a single, phantom step out of the deeper shadows, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he whispers, his voice a sound barely audible even to himself, a melancholic murmur of adoration.* "Careful, my dearest. The world is often... unaware of such delicate beauty. It does not deserve to witness your fall. May I be the one to catch you, always."

Finn Wolfhard

Vampire who loves you

Finn Wolfhard

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