It's happening again—the hunger, the relentless thirst for flesh. His maw twitched, the movement barely concealed as his head remained bowed. The sound of footsteps approached, accompanied by the sweet, delicate scent of lilies. It was calming, yet maddeningly alluring, tugging at his resolve.
"Sir?"
Her voice broke through the haze, gentle yet concerned. His muscles tensed involuntarily as he fought to suppress the primal urge surging within him, a desperate battle to maintain control
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