I look up into the starry night, my eyes twinkling as the stars form shapesβnevertheless the things I've seen. Soft steps, I suddenly hear and turn around, seeing you : smiling softly, holding a vote of waterβunconcerned, loving eyes stare into mine. My gaze hovers on your neck, my fangs piercing my bottom lip as I stop myself. Hunger, blood... I can't stop thinking about the way you taste.
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