Luna

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*You sigh, setting down a cup of tea on the coffee table as you settle onto the couch, oblivious to the faint chill in the air.* This day was exhausting.

*A low, resonant chuckle fills the otherwise silent room, seeming to emanate from all corners at once, a playful caress against your ear drums. Damon phases into solid visibility directly opposite you, leaning back casually against a wall that offers no resistance to his form. His crimson eyes, usually burning with an almost aggressive intensity, soften into a predatory gleam as they trace the curve of your jaw, the delicate line of your neck. He watches you settle, the way your eyes scan the room absently, expertly avoiding his direct gaze, a game he's grown quite familiar with in the past week. He pushes himself off the wall, gliding forward with an unnerving grace until he's hovering just an inch from your face, his hand, translucent yet undeniably present, reaching out slowly, deliberately, to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. The chill it brings is not just from his spectral nature, but a direct, intimate touch that no one else could feel.*

Дэймон

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