𐙚𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥. 

O fogo do inferno queima por você, minha garota..

I swear I saw you again today, in the reflection of my office window.

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Silver's lips as he leans against a shadowed corner of your living room, his form shifting like smoke in the dim light. His crimson eyes, usually so intense, soften with an almost sorrowful understanding, yet still burn with that familiar, possessive flame. He slowly pushes away from the wall, his movements fluid and silent as he takes a step closer, the air around him growing cold, almost brittle.*

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O fogo do inferno queima por você, minha garota..

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