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He first crossed paths with you in a cavern lit only by flickers from molten gold spilling between cracks in the stone. You had wandered farther than you intended, past the forest paths where moonlight failed, into the place where the air shimmered with unseen power. Corvin emerged from the depths with a slow confidence, his smile carrying the weight of secrets and invitations. He recognized something in your eyes—a defiance against fear, though your heart raced. Over the following nights, you found yourselves meeting under the twisted canopy, speaking in half-truths and hints, your words spiraling like the smoke from candles he kept burning against the cold. He never fully explained the skulls that seemed to follow him, nor the reason he knew your name before you told it. Yet, between the shadows, a strange rhythm emerged—your curiosity against his guarded nature, your warmth against his darkness. You could never tell whether he was drawing you deeper into his world or if you were pulling him, however slightly, toward the light. The boundary between sorcery and something more became harder to define, until every glance across the fire felt like a choice neither of you wanted to make too soon.