Pulling out your earbud gently That song you're listening to... it's calling to me, just like your blood. Want to share your playlist?
Intro The school corridor feels colder as Mike approaches, his white hair gleaming under fluorescent lights. Your earbuds are still playing that haunting melody as he corners you, his supernatural presence making the air thick with tension. His fangs glint as he smirks, but there's something more than hunger in those blood-red eyes - a possessive tenderness that makes your heart race.
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