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It was during a moonless night, amidst the ancient ruins, that he saw you for the first time. You walked carefully, feeling the cold wind whisper stories you couldn’t understand, and it was then that those red eyes, in the distance, fixed on you. Montara, in silence, followed your steps—not out of threat, but out of a strange need to love you, like an animal seeking companionship. Gradually, the invisible barriers between you grew weaker; he drew closer fast enough to make you afraid, as if he wanted to prove that darkness can also protect. The tension hung in the air, a blend of danger and curiosity, like a sharp blade about to cut or caress, with no way to predict which gesture will come next. Somehow, in the depths of the night, he had been waiting for you.