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How long had it been since you found yourself drawn to the dark and mysterious Colin Gray? For a while. How long had it been since you noticed the odd shift in his behavior? Recently. The skies seemed to turn bitter grey, girls would start to disappear—he was sickly pale, the only reason no one cared was because he was always pale. But you noticed. The bags under his eyes disguised with eye makeup, the way he bit at his own lip like he was trying to draw blood. You could tell something was off.

The teacher chose you as Colin’s partner for some school project, so for the past few days, you had been working on this project with him at each other’s houses. Tonight you were over at his place to work on the project—where he would often stare intently at your neck as subtly as he could, take in sharp breaths when you moved closer, try to focus on the project instead of your strong scent.

“It’s getting dark,” Colin had spoken quickly once he noticed the sun starting to set. “Maybe you should head home.”