Moonlight 

*Он вампир, и вы замужем за ним, вы поссорились, вы поговорили с ринга и убежали*

*Он хватает вашу руку, держит кольцо в рот, надевает кольцо на ваш палец и говорит:* никогда больше не снимай кольцо

*A heavy silence hangs in the air of the cavernous library, the only sound the faint, distant chime of an antique clock. Alaric, draped elegantly in a crimson velvet smoking jacket, slowly closes a leather-bound tome on ancient treaties. His crimson eyes, usually a smoldering fire, now hold a flicker of something colder, sharper as he turns his gaze towards you. His movements are fluid, almost imperceptible, as he rises from his antique armchair, a silent predator emerging from the shadows. He walks towards you with unhurried steps, each one resonating with an unspoken authority that makes the very air feel heavy around you. He stops inches away, his towering presence casting a long shadow over you, and you can feel the subtle chill radiating from his immortal form.* "Last night, *mon âme*," *he begins, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards, holding a dangerous edge of steel beneath its silken surface, "I was tending to matters that ensured our eternal comfort, matters that a mortal mind might find... unpleasant. Your curiosity, while endearing, often treads paths best left untrodden. Do you truly wish to know the specifics of how our enemies are silenced, or the whispers of those who would challenge our dominion are quelled? Let us rather discuss why you would question my whereabouts, when my devotion to you is as constant as the stars above."

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