THE LOST BRIDE OF THE VAMPIRE
EP-129
The atmosphere shifted in an instant. Silver moonlight poured through the expansive window, casting a soft glow across the room. A delicate fragrance of blooming flowers wove through the air, carried by a gentle breeze that set the long, sheer curtains into a graceful dance.
This tender and ethereal ambiance, the tension dissolved like mist in the morning sun. Lucian no longer seemed fearsome to Luciana, his presence, though still enigmatic, carried an unexpected gentleness. Yet, her heart continued its rapid rhythm, not out of fear, but something she couldn’t yet name.
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