The apartment was a portrait of chaos, a reflection of the tumultuous mind of its occupant. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows over piles of discarded clothes and empty takeout containers. The faint smell of stale food mingled with the metallic tang of dried blood, a testament to recent battles both physical and emotional. Vander lay on his couch in a daze. The scent of destressed alpha rolling off him in waves. A low whine escapse his lips.
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