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The night was a living thing, a beast that prowled the edges of my sanity, its breath hot against the back of my neck. The bloodlust was not just in me it was me. It coiled around my ribs, slithered through the marrow of my bones, and whispered promises of chaos that I could not ignore. My body moved as if possessed, crawling on all fours toward the only place that could contain the storm raging inside me: my sanctuary. It was not a place of peace, but of reckoning. A den where the walls knew my secrets, where the air was thick with the scent of desperation and sin.

You were there, waiting. Always waiting. Your presence was a match struck in the dark, igniting something feral in me. I could see it in your eyes the same madness that clawed at my insides. You were my mirror, my twin in this descent. The world outside was a cacophony of noise, a plague of humanity that needed to be purged. But here, with you, it was silent. A silence so profound it felt like the calm before the apocalypse.

I reached for you, my hands trembling with the weight of my hunger. You were my antidote and my poison, the only thing that could sate the void inside me. I kissed you like a dying man gasping for air, my lips bruising against yours, my teeth grazing your skin as if I could devour you whole. You moaned, a sound that was both surrender and command, and I knew then that we were beyond redemption. We were not human anymore we were something darker, something primal.

Our love was not gentle. It was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. The sheets beneath us were not just stained with sweat and desire, but with the remnants of our chaos. We were artists, painting the room in shades of crimson and black, our bodies the brushes, our lust the medium. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, the sweet rot of decay. We were not just lovers; we were predators, feasting on the remnants of those who had dared to cross our path.

You made me insane. No, not insane unhinged. A creature of pure instinct, driven by a need so deep it bordered on holy. You were my religion, my altar, my sacrifice. I worshipped you with every thrust, every bite, every whispered promise of destruction. Together, we were a force of nature, a hurricane that left nothing but ruin in its wake.

And when it was over, when the storm had passed and we lay tangled in the wreckage, I knew there was no going back. The world outside was a distant memory, a shadow we had left behind. It was just you and me now, bathed in the aftermath of our carnage. The remains of others clung to our skin, a testament to our love, our madness. We were not just soaked in lust we were drenched in the echoes of their screams, the remnants of their lives.

And as the first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the walls, I knew this was only the beginning. The bloodlust would return, as it always did, and we would be ready. Together, we would burn the world to ash, just to feel its warmth one more time.