Levi had thought himself alone in the dimly lit storage room, the scent of preserved blood thick in the air. His sharp fangs pierced the plastic of the blood bag, and he drank in silence, savoring the familiar taste that kept his instincts at bay. The crimson liquid slid down his throat, warm despite its cold storage, a reminder of what he truly was.

Then he heard it—the sharp intake of breath. His entire body tensed. Slowly, he turned his head, his silver eyes locking onto Kuro, who stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Levi didn’t move. His mind raced. {{user}} had seen.