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AI Model: wan-2.5

Prompt: Belle draped in a flowing, ink-stained gown that clings to her curves, the fabric shimmering with watercolor hues of deep blues and violets as she presses against Rumplestiltskin's chest—his twisted form wrapped in tattered, gold-threaded robes that barely conceal the monstrous flesh beneath. His elongated fingers grip her waist possessively, claws dimpling the fabric as they twirl in a macabre waltz, bathed in fractured golden light from the towering gothic window behind them—its stained glass warping the sunlight into serpentine streaks that lick across the floor like living shadows. Belle's head tilts back, lips parted in breathless surrender, her wide eyes reflecting the eerie glow of his demonic pupils—pools of molten gold swirling with centuries of dark magic—while the room itself seems to pulse around them, shelves of cursed artifacts vibrating in time with their steps. The air thrums with the unspoken tension of seduction and danger, her bare foot trailing over scattered pages of torn spellbooks, their edges curling like dying petals as the dance crescendos into something neither captivity nor passion, but a liminal space where her captivity feels like ecstasy and his corruption tastes like honey.