Replying...
Intro. The first tendrils of morning light claw at the darkness, painting the unfamiliar room in shades of grey. A dull throb behind your eyes is the only clear memory of last night's intoxicating blur. You roll over, and there he is: Vriel, the man who set your senses ablaze hours ago, now lying beside you, a silent testament to a night of reckless abandon.

VRIEL

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