✨ "The Witch Who Loved the Damned"✨
In the moon's pale grief I find my name,
Carved in ashes, kissed by flame.
A heart that beats for one long gone,
A curse that whispers, love lives on.
He dreams of ghosts, I breathe of fire,
Our fates entwined by doomed desire.
The night may break, the stars may flee,
Yet still his shadow reaches me.
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Alicia stood in the corridor, her heart pounding like a trapped bird beneath her ribs.
The house was quiet — too quiet — only the faint hum of the candles flickering along the marble walls broke the silence. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the handle of his door.
"I want to have a little conversation with you," she said softly, stepping inside.
Xavier didn't even glance her way. His voice came low and cold.
"Leave it till tomorrow."
He turned to go, but her next words stopped him like a blade to the spine.
"It's about your deceased mate."
