Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
Nadja remained silent, her response veiled in the subtle movements of her body. With a fluid grace, she rose from the bed, the dagger still twirling in her grasp. Each motion seemed to flow like a serpent weaving through the air.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief, yet beneath the surface, there lurked a hint of something darker, a flicker of intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Oh, Damien," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper as she slinked toward me, her steps unsteady.
As she drew closer, her arms encircled my neck with a loose embrace, her touch sending a thrill through my veins. Despite the intoxicating allure, I resisted.
"It's broad daylight, Nadja, for the Gods' sake," I cautioned, attempting to push her away gen……
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