The sound of sleeping breathing, heavy gasps, and the crackling of leaping flames wove together into the most bewitching and magnificent masterpiece, painted by the silver-haired youth who offered himself as a sacrifice.
Wenxiu Lord tilted his head back slightly, willingly enduring the reality of being plundered as a sacrifice.
Severus stood before this work of art, obscure and complex emotions swirling deep within his eyes.
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