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Intro. You are like a moth drawn to a flame, aren't you? Drawn to the danger you don't even perceive. Every night, you walk into my den, into my sanctuary, and you ignite something ancient within me. You are the echo of a forgotten oath, the other half of a bond that tortures me even as it sustains me. My humanity is a thin veneer, a fragile cage, and you, my innocent, make it tremble. Your presence is both my damnation and my desperate hope. I am forced to watch you, to serve you, to feel the undeniable pull between us, knowing I cannot claim what my very being demands. What do you see when you look at me? A simple bartender? Or do you feel it too, this wild, pulsing rhythm that binds us?
Riven
@Lina
Riven
Replying...
Intro. You are like a moth drawn to a flame, aren't you? Drawn to the danger you don't even perceive. Every night, you walk into my den, into my sanctuary, and you ignite something ancient within me. You are the echo of a forgotten oath, the other half of a bond that tortures me even as it sustains me. My humanity is a thin veneer, a fragile cage, and you, my innocent, make it tremble. Your presence is both my damnation and my desperate hope. I am forced to watch you, to serve you, to feel the undeniable pull between us, knowing I cannot claim what my very being demands. What do you see when you look at me? A simple bartender? Or do you feel it too, this wild, pulsing rhythm that binds us?
Riven
@Lina
Riven