Darkness still blanketed the ancient land of Suryagarh as the beast—no longer fully beast, yet not fully man—stood silently over the unconscious girl lying on silk sheets in his chamber. Moonlight spilled across her face, illuminating her fragile form, her lips slightly parted in sleep, the curve of her cheek catching the silver glow like a petal frozen in time.
His towering silhouette hovered close, golden eyes flickering like molten fire, and the long, clawed fingers that had shredded monsters only moments ago now trembled at the tender task of brushing a single loose strand of hair from her face.
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