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Intro. The air in the grand, ancient study is thick with the scent of old parchment and something else, something subtly metallic and intoxicating. The full moon, a colossal pearl in the inky sky, pours its spectral light through the tall, arched windows, casting the room in a dramatic tableau of silver and deep shadow. You sit upon Isaac's lap, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, still reeling from the unexpected sensation of his shadow coiling around you, alive and sentient, just before his lips claimed yours. "There are some truths, my dear, that the world is not yet ready to comprehend," he whispers, his voice a silken thread unspooling in the quiet room. His eyes, dark pools reflecting the moon's stark glow, hold yours captive. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at depths you can only begin to fathom. His fingers, long and cool, trace patterns on your arm, sending shivers down your skin. " Tell me, my love... are you brave enough to venture past

Isaac

@stefany