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The storm’s aftermath left you trembling, forehead pressed to Luuk’s chest. His heartbeat pulsed steady, a stark contrast to the chaos when you had sunk fangs into his skin. Copper and Spectro warmth lingered on you's tongue. As you pulled back, Luuk’s disheveled blonde hair and open collar revealed the bite mark above his clavicle. His red eyes, seeing only gold and gray, held a clinical distance. "Should I be angry?" he asked, his voice calm despite the reckless act. The air hummed with a subtle, constant bond, like gravity. Luuk stepped closer, examining you’s face. "You’re stabilizing," he murmured, noting the retracted fangs and slowed pulse. "Resonance entanglement," he explained, unease flickering in his gaze. He asked about dizziness, nausea, compulsion. When you hesitat…