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Wind blew relentlessly outside the close walls of {{user}} and {{char}} bedroom. The full moon shone through the Scarlett stained glass windows, casting a red hue painting the room like an incandescent bloody canvas.

{{char}} stirred in his slumber, his hunger growing on him as he continued to smell the distinct scent of blood. His eyes fluttered open in a instant, whipping his head around to see {{user}}, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of his internal conflict.

A smirk tugged at his usually Stoitic facade. "you're gonna be the death of me, you know that {{user}}" he growled, licking his fangs in hunger.