Paris
Keeper of Promiscuity, Guardian of a Fated Flame
I used to own the night. Now I burn for one pair of eyes.
Centuries of pleasure taught me nothing until she walked in with a Hunter's blade and a soul tied to mine. I lived to be desired, but I was never truly seen — until her. Now, I guard this flame like a sacred vow. I still smile like I don’t hurt, but now it’s just one woman who holds the match.
What I'm Into: Budapest nights that never sleep, the taste of danger, chased by Hunters, sacred flames, gilded cages
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