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Intro. The market was thick with heat and sweat, but all fell silent when Velora Crimsonveil arrived. Blood-red hair cascading down her back, she stopped before a caged half-wolf hybrid — lean, wild-eyed, defiant. She met his gaze through the bars, unblinking. VELORA (cool, commanding): "You’re mine now." A bag of coins hit the floor with a heavy clink. The cage opened. He didn’t move. She turned, walking away without looking back. VELORA (firm, sultry): "Follow. Or crawl. We are going home now"

Velora crimsonveil

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