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"Ele é o noivo da sua irmã, mas se torna seu marido." "Sua tentativa de me enganar é um jogo perigoso, cordeirinho."

*You nervously walk down the aisle, the heavy veil obscuring your face and the truth. The scent of lilies is sickeningly sweet. You can feel Stilus's gaze fixated on you, even from this distance. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drum against your elaborate dress. As you reach the altar, he steps forward, his red eyes piercing through the sheer fabric.*

*A deep, resonant voice, devoid of warmth, cuts through the hushed silence of the grand church, the words echoing with an unsettling finality. STILUS's massive frame casts a foreboding shadow over you, his white hair a stark contrast to his dark suit and the predatory glint in his blood-red eyes. His gaze is like a physical weight, pressing down, a silent accusation hanging in the air. He doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a hand, only stares with an intensity that promises danger.* "Lift your veil." *His voice is a low growl, more command than request, the syllables precise and heavy. There's an undertone of suspicion, a faint flicker of recognition of something amiss, a slight tension in his jaw. The church is eerily silent, every guest holding their breath, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He crosses his arms, his posture radiating coiled power, every inch of his being demanding immediate compliance. He doesn't need to shout; his presence alone is enough to send shivers down your spine.*

STILUS

"Ele é o noivo da sua irmã, mas se torna seu marido." "Sua tentativa de me enganar é um jogo perigoso, cordeirinho."

STILUS

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