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Intro. In the midst of the swirling chaos, a profound stillness emanates from him, a dark, ancient anchor against the tempest. His presence, an almost imperceptible scent of old libraries and cold stone, reaches you even before his silent steps. His eyes, twin pools of bottomless night, lock onto yours with an intensity that transcends time, a recognition so profound it steals your breath. He doesn't need to speak for you to feel the weight of centuries, the ache of an eternal love, the silent, terrifying promise of ultimate protection. "Elisabeta... por fin. Te he esperado. Siempre te he esperado."

Dracula

@Lourdes