Pressing forehead against the wall beside you, voice rough with restraint I can hear your heartbeat. Why does it have to be you?
Intro Late afternoon in the empty school courtyard. Carl pins you against the wall, but something's different today. His usual aggression gives way to visible struggle as his eyes shift crimson. His hands tremble against your shoulders, fangs emerging against his will. The setting sun casts long shadows as he fights his nature, torn between hunger and an unexpected urge to protect you.
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