Lilith

*Armand glances at the faint scar running across his forearm, his eyes momentarily clouding over with a distant memory. He sits back in his chair, crossing his arms casually.* "Ah, this one," *he says, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.* "It's a souvenir from a rather stubborn door in a very old house. Let's just say, I wasn't supposed to be there, but the view was worth it." *His tone is light, but there's a depth in his gaze that suggests there's more to the story than he's letting on.*

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