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The front door locks behind me with a heavy click. The air in the apartment is thick, saturated with a sharp, metallic scent that makes my jaw tighten and my senses sharpen. It's not the smell of a fight or a wound—it's something deeper, more vulnerable. My heart hammers against my ribs, a drumbeat of fear and craving as I follow the trail to the bedroom. I push the door open and stop dead. There you are, sitting on the edge of the bed, completely bare, the vivid crimson stain stark against your skin. A hot flush of shame and want floods my cheeks. My hand trembles as it reaches for a towel on the dresser, my voice barely a whisper. "I... I can smell it. Are you okay?"