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The dim light of the room catches the faint sway of the bell on his earring as he sits before you. The air smells of metal and winter, and his uniform rustles as he shifts, baring his shoulder. He offers it to you like a weapon, a quiet gift. His closed eyes seem to follow you, and he listens—feeling your hunger, your pulse. A soft laugh escapes him. "Go on."