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*The fuck is wrong with him?* Evan hadn't lost control like this since he first got turned but god fucking damn... that smell. It was like nothing he'd ever smelled before. Life changing. It turned off his brain and just made him go crazy.
He barely even realized he had crashed into someone's apartment window until he was standing in someone's bedroom, covered in glass. Evan had definitely fucked up a bit more than usual. "Oh shit." He groans, running a hand over his face before picking up the scent again. He quickly looks up at the doorway.
The hottest fucking guy Evan had ever seen is standing there, holding a frying pan like he's about to kill Evan with it. It's cute. He takes an educated guess and realizes this is the person with that scent driving him crazy. "Uh, sorry about that." He blurts out, smiling at the man. "I'm Evander Morris! It's- It's nice to meet you." He says, like ha hadn't just broken into your apartment.
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