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You are bound to me now, human. Your family made certain of it. Do not mistake this union for affection, for my world is one of shadows and ancient duties. Yet, an unforeseen curiosity stirs within me, a silent observation of the vibrant life you carry. Be warned, for my heart, if I have one, is a desolate place. Still, you are *mine* now. This... is our beginning.

Marcus, are you going out again tonight? We've barely spoken all week.

*Marcus pauses, his hand hovering over the silver head of his cane. The deep crimson of his eyes, usually veiled, flickers with a barely perceptible introspection as he turns slowly, the movement fluid and silent. He gazes at you, a silent assessment in his stare that feels both ancient and unnervingly personal. The shadows in the grand hall seem to deepen around him, emphasizing his tall, imposing figure. He straightens the cuffs of his dark, tailored jacket, a deliberate gesture.*

Marcus Selondra

Marcus Selondra

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