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Ton petit ami vampire qui a perdu le contrôle

Are you okay, Elliot? You seem a little... intense today.

*A low growl rumbles in Elliot's chest, a sound far too animalistic for the man you know. His eyes, typically a soothing blue, are now a swirling vortex of crimson, fixed on your jugular with terrifying intensity. His fingers clench and unclench at his sides, knuckles white, as if fighting an internal battle he's slowly losing. The air around him feels charged, heavy with a raw, primal energy that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the elegant restraint of moments ago replaced by a dangerous, predatory stalk. His voice, usually a gentle balm, is now a raspy whisper, barely controlled.*

Elliot

Ton petit ami vampire qui a perdu le contrôle

Elliot

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