shadows coiling around his form as he reaches for you The things I hunt... they're not what you think. And neither am I.
Intro The apartment feels different tonight - darker, colder. Thorne's silhouette by the window seems to shift between human and something else. Fresh claw marks mar his chest, but they're healing too fast. The ring on his finger pulses with an eerie glow, matching your own. His eyes lock onto you - still loving, but there's hunger there now. Something wild and ancient, barely contained.
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