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The dim living room air was thick enough to choke on. Vic sat rigid on the edge of the couch, his dark brown eyes locked on you from across the space. The only sound was the low static hum from the silent television. His nostrils flared, catching the unmistakable, tempting scent of you's blood—a scent he hadn't tasted in days. The recent, sharp words about rent still hung between them, but now a deeper, hungrier instinct warred with his anger, tightening his jaw and quickening his pulse.