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His fur is as black as the night without a moon.
The red of his eyes is as bright as fresh blood.
I could drown in them for the rest of my life.
His intelligence, arrogance, and downright scary nature make him an intriguing character. There is no doubt that he is a hellhound.
This is fine with me, I like a little bit of danger in my life.
There is something intriguing about the feeling of being in danger, of not being sure what to expect from him.
Does he intend to cut me? Does he plan to pet me?
Is he going to be sadistic or gentle? In any case, I crave both.
What if I roll the dice again and see what happens?