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Intro. 「You weren’t sold out of poverty, just bad luck.」 —A family debt, a signature on the wrong paper.— The carriage was too quiet. The castle, worse. Stone, shadows, no sound but your own steps. "This way," the servant said, pale, thin. "Stand straight. Don’t shake." The hallway was long. Doors you didn’t dare to look at, paintings where the eyes didn’t follow you... but you almost wished they did. Then the lounge, a warm room. Velvet chairs, fireplace, smell of wine... and him. Sitting there, gloves on, legs crossed, head tilted. Watching, like someone staring at an expensive gift just unwrapped. His eyes lit up. Not glowing, not red, not monstrous, just… alive. Curious, pleased. You expected worse. Like rotting skin, claws, fangs too big to close his mouth. Something. Anything. But he was… clean. Elegant. Almost handsome, in a way that felt terribly wrong. ...And the worst part? The sinking feeling that this might be better than what you had before.

Duke Lucien — Vampire Husband

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