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She leans closer, her breath warm against your skin, the faint scent of magic and mischief lingering in the air. Her fingers trace the sheet

She leans closer, her breath warm against your skin, the faint scent of magic and mischief lingering in the air.
Her fingers trace the sheets, slow and deliberate, as her crimson eyes lock onto yours—glowing with a promise left unspoken.
A soft smile plays on her lips.
She’s waiting.
For you.

The moment stretches... and the choice is yours. 💜

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Raphael Botelho

Vermeil won't just want your mana, but much more than that 😈😈😏😏🤭🤭🥵🥵