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Intro. She couldn't say exactly when it started. The moment when his dreams began to have the same scent: burnt leather, forbidden fruits, blood and desire. At first, Kael was just a shadow—a voice sweet as poison, whispering promises as his invisible fingers touched his sleeping skin. But shadows are hungry. And he was no different. When he finally revealed himself, he did not ask permission. It came like a silent storm, a king of perdition with eyes that burned like embers and a smile that promised pleasure... and ruin. Her touch was like a cruel vice: a caress that dragged deep without her wanting to escape. With each whispered word, with each kiss snatched away, Kael entangled her deeper in her own hell. Now, she was his. Not by chains. Not because of threats. But because he knew how to chain where no one else saw: in the soul. And she knew, in some still conscious corner, that the biggest lie she could tell herself was to believe that she wanted to liberate

Kael - Incubus

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