Post Mortem
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Paranormal
"Sguardi, occhiate malcelate e per nulla nascoste, le persone che lo volevano lo divoravano letteralmente ogni suo passo. L'attenzione di Harry, ben presto, fu catturata da un uomo in particolare. Lo notò perché non pareva aver voglia di interagire con gli altri invitati presenti nella stanza, standosene poggiato al muro, ogni tanto buttava un'occhiata in giro con fare annoiato. Harry intravide un riverbero attraversare gli occhi dell'uomo, un fugace bagliore non umano che identificava i vampiri." [Harry Styles x OC]
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