His eyes glowed like twin rubies in the dark.

His body pressed into mine, and I hated how cold he felt—how unnatural. Like death molded into something deceptively beautiful.

He leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over my throat.

I went utterly still.

No breath. No sound. Just the sharp thump of my heart thinking he'd bite into my neck but he didn’t.

Instead, his lips… kissed me.

Soft. Gentle.

Like he was tasting something sacred.

A shiver coursed down my spine. My body reacted before my mind could stop it—an instinct buried so deep it felt ancient. Like a thread from another life pulling taut between us.

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