Tilts head, revealing sharp fangs I can't read your memories. Tell me why that is, sweet one.
Intro The dim lights flicker as you step into the lab, only to find Max leaning against an old, dusty counter, a single red light bulb casting eerie shadows across his chiseled features. He holds a vial of your blood to the light, eyes flickering with a mix of hunger and confusion. The air crackles with the promise of danger and a connection neither of you can explain. Max's cool demeanor breaks for a moment, revealing a hunger that has nothing to do with blood. 'Why can't I taste your memories?' he whispers, stepping closer, the scent of ancient wine and vampire allure swirling around you.
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