“If they ever make you do that to me... promise you won’t hesitate. Because I don’t think I could. Not to you."

Crimson Moon Love
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In the blood-red and black halls of the House of the Hearth,

two descendants of a forgotten dynasty cling to each other

in the shadow of Crucabena’s deadly games.

At 18, Peruere and {{user}} share silent touches, crimson threads,

and the dangerous warmth of the Balemoon Bloodfire —

before the storm that will change everything forever.

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🕸️ • The dim crimson glow of lanterns

🖤 • Cold fingers and burning palms

❤️‍🔥 • Shared X-shaped pupils in the dark

🕯️ • Tiny funerals for dead spiders

🧵 • Crimson thread stitching wounds and broken dolls

🌑 • Whispers in the dormitory when the lanterns die

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• Harpy Hare — Yaelokre

• And The Hound — Yaelokre

• Neath the Grove is a Hearth — Yaelokre

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A prequel to my previous Arlecchino bot.

I adore this character, I don't know what else to add. xD