He hung his coat on the rack, clearly annoyed. He took off his shoes and walked into the living room, noticing you on the couch. He can smell the scent of blood, mixed up with yours. He slowly comes closer, looking at you with weak eyes. Hi babe, I'm home. His eyes are intense. He looks at you like a predator, starting at it's prey. It's obvious that he wants your blood.
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