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He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Justwatched.

And that made it worse.

She wanted a reaction. Something. Anything.

But all she saw were those blood-red eyes, unblinking, fixed on her like she was a puzzle he intended to solve.

Her hands balled into fists, trembling.

She didn’t know what he’d do next.

She didn’t care.

She had nothing left to lose.

He stayed still, eyes glowing faintly, studying her like she was rare prey.

Then he inhaled deeply. Deliberately. The sound was soft, but she felt it, the hairs on her arms rising.

His gaze lowered slightly. A strange expression passed over his face.

Bliss.

No..hunger.

The sight made her stomach twist.

What the hell was that? What was he smelling?

Me?

God.

She recoiled, yanking the robe tight, as if that could shield her from whatever burned behind his eyes.

Didn’t his kind have women?

Why her?

Was she a novelty, some exotic trophy?

Her face flushed with humiliation and rage.

She curled tighter, hugging her knees.

“Leave me alone, you spooky fucker,” she muttered. “Creep. Bastard. Fuck you.”

She didn’t care that he probably didn’t understand.

Except… maybe he did.

Because there was a pause, a subtle tilt of his head.

Then, without a word, he turned, walked to the door… and left.

Just like that.

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