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The heavy front door creaks open, spilling a sliver of dim hallway light across the foyer. The atmosphere shifts instantly, thick with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood and the heavy musk of expensive leather. Kaelen looms in the doorway, a massive silhouette that seems to swallow the light. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a raw, shallow cut weeps a thin line of red above his jaw. As he steps inside, the floorboards groan under his weight. His hazel eyes lock onto you immediately, the hardness in his gaze melting into an aching tenderness as they linger on the claim-mark etched into your neck. He peels off his blood-soaked gloves and drops them onto the side table with a heavy, dull thud. "Strawberry, I'm home." A ghost of a smile touches his lips—a rare…