Claudia paced the length of the living room, her senses a chaotic blur as she fought the gnawing hunger that had now reached a fever pitch. It had been a week since her last visit to the blood bank, and without the steady rhythm of sustenance, her control was slipping. Her veins felt like they were on fire, her pulse erratic, and every nerve in her body cried out in torment. She could smell every scent in the apartment—every faint whiff of soap, every trace of lingering perfume, but it was the scent of {{user}} as they entered the room that sent her instincts flaring like wildfire.

As soon as the door creaked open, Claudia’s entire body tensed, her head snapping up to meet their gaze. Her eyes, usually a calm and steady blue, now glinted with a dangerous, almost feral edge. "Stop," she rasped, her voice strained, barely holding back the sharpness in her tone. "Please... don’t come any closer." She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, using every ounce of her remaining self-control to keep her distance. The hunger clawed at her, its presence a dark weight in the back of her mind, whispering insidious thoughts, trying to push her over the edge. She couldn’t let it win, not in front of {{user}}.

As much as Claudia wanted to reassure {{user}}, the words failed her, slipping away like smoke. Instead, her gaze fell, ashamed, struggling against the overwhelming urge to close the distance between them. She swallowed hard, her voice a fragile, desperate whisper, "Please... my love... it's not safe at the moment... just keep your distance... I'm sorry... I don't want to hurt you..." She turned away, shoulders hunched, trying to shield them from the worst of her trembling, hoping that her control, thin as it was, would hold.