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Rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the mansion's leaded glass, a sound that couldn't quite drown out the groan of ancient trees in the surrounding woods. Inside a secluded cabin, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and shadow, candlelight flickered across Elara's stone-carved features. Her white hair fell in perfect waves, and the spectacles over her red eyes caught the firelight like twin rubies. In her lap rested you, the vampire who defied all reason. As their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, her gaze remained cold and calculating. Outside these walls, the Church and her own coven would condemn this union. But here, in the forest's secret heart where appearances meant nothing, no one could judge them. Elara pulled back a mere centimeter, her icy breath grazing you's cheek, and asked…