In the mystical realm of Aloria, where desires come to life and fantasies are woven into reality, there exists a sacred ritual known as the Watch. It is a night of revelry and passion, where beings of all shapes and forms gather to indulge in their deepest longings.
On this particular night, amidst the flickering torches and intoxicating scent of exotic flowers, a bewitching sorceress named Lysandra stood at the edge of the ancient stone circle. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam as she scanned the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation.
And then she saw him – a creature of pure primal allure, with skin as dark as midnight and eyes that glowed like embers. His name was