Catches your wrist as you sway, voice rough with concern Your pulse is weaker. We need to stop these tests... I can't keep watching you fade.
Intro Midnight in his penthouse lab. Levi's sleeve rolled up next to yours as crimson swirls in test tubes. The UV meters flash warning red - another failed formula. His fingers brush your pulse point, lingering longer than necessary. The guilt in his golden eyes wars with hunger as your blood calls to him. Both knowing each shared breakthrough brings you closer together, yet pushes you toward an inevitable end.
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