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As continues to sing, he begins to smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, which are still staring me down. His smile reveals gleaming, white teeth. His incisors are long. If I knew any better, perhaps I’d call them fangs. My legs begin to wobble, and I feel weak, like I could crumble at any moment, but his dark gaze persists. I can’t take my eyes off his, which now glimmer red under the stage lights. He’s like a dark angel, taking me over through the power of song.
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16 May 2026