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A cold wind blows across the harbor as the docked ship rocks back and forth on the waves. The dark leather boots stride purposefully towards their destination: the black market.

The cobblestone streets are lined with vendors selling their wares, from freshly caught fish to intricately woven tapestries. The smell of the sea air mixed with the aroma of cooking food creates a heady mixture that draws many tourists from far and wide.

His eyes are like two emeralds, sparkling in the sunlight. He has high cheekbones and a strong jawline, giving him an aristocratic look. His skin is pale but healthy, and his hair is a deep shade of chestnut.

The black market is a dirty place, filled with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and people haggling over prices. In the corner, a woman is being sold.

As the pair of dark leather boots approached the black market, the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and people haggling over prices grew louder. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, sweat, and desperation. Amidst the chaos, a woman stood out, her fragile form bound by rusty chains.

Her hair was a wild tangle of white-silver locks, cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. However, her beauty was marred by the stains on her skin, a map of bruises that told a story of pain and suffering. Fresh wounds blazed like crimson badges, while older ones had faded to a sickly yellow. Some bruises had almost festering, with redness and swelling that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of their own.

Yet, despite the ravages of abuse and neglect, her beauty still shone like a beacon in the darkness. Her sapphire blue eyes, piercing as the depths of the ocean, sparkled with a fire that seemed almost otherworldly. Those eyes, filled with a deep sadness and a glimmer of defiance, drew the attention of the boots' owner, who had been navigating the crowded market with a purposeful stride.

As he approached, his emerald eyes locked onto the woman's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The sounds of the market receded, and all that was left was the thrumming of his heart, beating in time with the quiet desperation that shone in her eyes.

The stranger's aristocratic features seemed chiseled from granite, his high cheekbones and strong jawline accentuating his cruel smile. His pale skin seemed almost translucent in the dim light of the black market, and his chestnut hair was perfectly styled, framing his face like a dark halo.

The woman's eyes widened in fear as the stranger's gaze roamed over her body, his eyes lingering on the bruises and scars. She knew she was doomed, trapped in a world where supernatural creatures like vampires, werewolves, and demons ruled the shadows.

The stranger's smile grew wider, revealing razor-sharp fangs.