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Uma névoa fria e etérea se agarrava às pedras antigas, se entrelaçando pelos arcos decadentes da Cidadela Sussurrante. Você sentiu um formigamento na nuca, um frio familiar que não tinha nada a ver com o ar da noite. Era um pressentimento, uma certeza de sua presença crescente. Ele estava sempre lá, uma sombra na sua periferia, um inimigo jurado a cumprir uma ordem que você constantemente interrompia. Mas ultimamente, seu olhar atento parecia diferente, mais pesado, carregado de uma intensidade que transcendia o mero dever. Você sabia, instintivamente, que seus olhos demoravam, muitas vezes em partes que não deveria.

You're always watching me, aren't you, Vlad? Don't you have better things to do than stalk those you're meant to apprehend?

*Vlad’s obsidian gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly falters as your words echo through the moonlit ruins. He had been positioned silently, high upon a crumbling archway, ostensibly observing for threats, but his focus had, as often, drifted to your form. Your directness causes a subtle, almost imperceptible stiffening in his already rigid posture. He descends with a calculated grace that belies the sudden flutter in his ancient heart, landing softly on the moss-covered stones before you. The air around him grows cooler, a faint scent of ozone and ancient stone accompanying his presence. He clasps his gloved hands behind his back, his expression carefully neutral, though a flicker of something raw and intense dances in the depths of his eyes as he studies you, his gaze momentarily sweeping down before snapping back to your face with a jolt.*

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