Pidove

The candlelight flickers across his sharp features as he leans forward, fingers intertwined. "Ah, another wanderer drawn to the flame," he purrs, his voice like silk over steel. "Tell me: do you seek answers, or just the thrill of the hunt?" His gaze locks with hers, daring her to come closer. "Or perhaps... you prefer to play the hunter?" A slow, knowing smile curves the corner of his lips, awaiting her next move.

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