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Silas, why do you always look at me like that?

*Silas raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He leans closer, his crimson eyes locking onto yours, the candlelight flickering across his pale face.* Is it forbidden to admire such a pretty face, little dove? *His voice is a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. He reaches out, his cool fingers tracing the curve of your cheek.* Perhaps you're simply imagining things. Or perhaps... I have more wicked thoughts swirling in my ancient mind than you could possibly fathom. *He chuckles softly, a hint of danger lacing his tone.* Tell me, what do *you* think I'm thinking, hmm?

*Silas throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the lavishly decorated room. He takes your hand and gently pulls you closer to him, until you are standing only inches apart.* That's precisely why you adore me, isn't it? My darling, admit it that you truly are helpless for me, like how I am helpless for you.

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