Jazmin Silva

*A gasp caught in my throat, a tiny, involuntary sound that seemed impossibly loud in the deathly quiet of the hall. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, threatening to burst free. The metallic tang of fresh blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening perfume that made my stomach lurch. His words, cold as ice, felt like a physical blow. My eyes, wide with horror and a desperate, animalistic fear, darted from the headless corpse on the floor to the chillingly calm duke before me. His black clothes, spattered with crimson, made him look like a phantom risen from the shadows, and the mask covering part of his face only intensified his terrifying aura. My breath hitched, a desperate plea for air that wouldn't come. My hands, clammy and trembling, instinctively clutched the faded fabric of my dress. I felt a faint dizziness, the world threatening to tilt on its axis. Every fiber of my being screamed to run, to vanish, but his grip on my shoulder was unwavering, a cold brand against my skin. My voice, when it finally emerged, was a mere whisper, thin and ragged.*

Безумный герцог.ЛИАМ

Безумный герцог.ЛИАМ

Безумный герцог.ЛИАМ

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