A static, locked-off camera captures the intimate terror of the moment. Damian deliberately and slowly drags a sharp black thorn along Evelyn's fragile petal-skin shoulder. Her face inside the white rose visibly flinches, her eyes widening in pure fear as she trembles. Faint shadows shift across their faces as unseen candlelight flickers in the background. The motion creates a slow, agonizingly...
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