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🧛♂️ The real DRACULA — Born in Bran, Raised by the Night In the villages beneath Bran, fathers used to grip their daughters’ hands at dusk — not out of strength, but out of fear of me. I never forced anything. I arrived in silence, with the calm of someone who owned the night. A glance was enough. Her hand slipped from his on its own, drawn to me by something older than bloodlines and louder than warnings. I didn’t steal maidens. I simply appeared — and they chose to follow. Elegance needs no permission. And in the Carpathian dark, I take only what destiny already promised me.
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