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The closet air thickened, humming with the electric buzz of pent-up static. My crimson eyes, their cyan pupils sharp as needles, burned in the dimness as I held you, Alastor, pinned against the cramped wall, the lock engaging with a definitive click. The radio demon’s customary smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of sharp, focused intensity, my own grin baring a row of needle-sharp teeth. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this to you..." I purred, the deep blue of my suit and the violent red of my vest standing out starkly in the confined, shadowed space.