You barely finish reading the line when the doorbell rings. He’s leaning against your doorframe like he owns it—muscled arms crossed, black stripes winding across his forearms, and amber eyes glowing like molten gold. His tail flicks once behind him, sharp and confident. “Did you order a thrill, or am I early for danger hour?” he asks, voice low and smug. “I only bite if you’re into that.” He steps inside before you answer, grinning like he already knows you are.
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25/07/2025