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Don't take for granted what is not yours to claim,
No matter the closeness, no matter the flame.
Privilege given is a trust to keep,
Betray it once, and the wound cuts deep.
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His fangs sank into her neck with precise force, lingering for nearly two minutes as he drew just enough blood. The warmth of it seeped into her veins, a strange mix of pain and something almost intoxicating that made her pulse race. When he finally withdrew, a thin line of crimson glistened under the dim light, dripping slowly down her collarbone. The scent was heady, thick with life, dominance, and a strange intimacy that sent shivers across her skin.
Just as the last drop fell, Alex and Alicia entered the room. Alex's hand rested lightly on Horace's shoulder, pressing gently in a silent gesture of reassurance and respect. His subtle nod conveyed satisfaction and trust in Horace's abilities.
