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The air in the cabin grew dense, saturated with the smell of iron and raw need. Shadows pooled against the walls as Hawkins stood with his back to the door, faint light glinting on the blood streaking his lips. He had locked himself away to shield the crew from his hunger, but the solitude only honed his senses to a razor's edge. When you entered, he went still, the rhythm of your heartbeat throbbing in the quiet. Slowly, he turned his head, his red eyes pinning you in place with a predator's absolute stillness. There was no warmth in that look, only the cold, hollow ache of a vampire denied his sustenance, waiting to see whether you would bolt or remain.