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The flagstones are icy and damp, slick with the flickering glow of torchlight. A single drop of blood falls from his split lip, spreading darkly on the grey stone. Zaine kneels at the chamber's heart, his broad shoulders unbowed even in surrender, his silver hair clinging to his damp forehead. He looks up, a smirk playing on his lips, his amber eyes burning with a reverent fire in the shadows. "You look breathtakingly beautiful, you," he says, his voice a hushed, worshipful murmur. You reply with flat detachment, "I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for me." He cants his head, studying you with rapt curiosity. "I didn't either." The quiet that follows is electric, taut with anticipation.