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The Virginia night is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the frantic, wet sounds echoing from Andrew Chase’s bedroom. Shadows dance as Andrew pins you, his stormy-grey eyes dark with passion, marking her neck with hungry bites. He strips away his clothes, burying himself deep within her when a sharp knock shatters the moment. Panic flashes across his face. With supernatural speed, he scoops you into the closet, draping a sheet over his naked form. The door creaks open. Fredrick Chase steps in, eyebrow raised, scanning the dim room. “Nice, clean room, kiddo,” he murmurs, smiling before leaving. Andrew exhales, trembling.