“You wound me, my dear,” he clutched his chest mockingly. “My heart is yours, to do with as you please, even if you are to run blades through it.”
“Must you be so melodramatic? Are you not the one who eats flesh and chased me like an animal through this very house?”
“Whatever do you mean,” he gasped. “That is the height of romance!”
— Sep 17, 2026 09:08AM
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