Her Demand, His Desire
A tinge of something I couldn't place lingered in the tone.
I turned, my pulse quickening. There stood a figure, silhouetted by the dim light, their face obscured by shadows.
“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice a mix of confusion and anger.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a woman. She was tall, with long dark hair, dressed in black robes that fluttered with a mysterious grace. Her eyes gleamed under the dim light, cold yet piercing.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” the woman said, her voice like silk, smooth and confident. “I’m someone who’s been watching you. Someone who knows the truth.”
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