YOU ARE WHAT I NEED [COMPLETED]

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The night was alive with the rhythmic thump of bass, the chatter of revelers, and the intoxicating swirl of perfumes and colognes mingling in the air. Amid the sensory overload of the party, Selene's acute senses honed in on something more alluring, more potent—a scent that pierced through the cacophony and made her entire being stand still. It was the scent of Claire.

Claire had caught Selene's attention earlier, her laughter ringing out like a melody above the din. But it was her scent, a delicate yet compelling mix of jasmine and something distinctly her own, that truly ensnared Selene. It wasn't just the aroma of her blood; it was a pull, a magnetism that Selene could not resist. She knew then that she should have walked away, vanished into the night as she had countless times before. But she couldn't.

From that moment, Selene found herself drawn to Claire like a moth to a flame. She followed her discreetly, blending into the shadows, her predatory instincts finely tuned to every movement, every gesture. Claire, unaware of her silent admirer, moved gracefully through the crowd, completely oblivious to the eyes that tracked her every step.

As the party wound down, Selene's fascination only grew stronger. She watched as Claire said her goodbyes, her voice soft and melodic, and then slipped out into the night. Selene followed, maintaining a careful distance, her steps as silent as the night itself. Claire's path led her to a quaint house at the edge of town, its warm lights a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding it. Selene lingered outside, concealed in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the figure inside as she moved through her evening routine.

The next morning, Selene found herself drawn once again to Claire's orbit. She trailed her to her workplace, a charming little cafe nestled in a quiet street. Selene watched from a nearby bookstore, her gaze never straying far from Claire's bright smile and the way she interacted with customers. It was both mesmerizing and torturous. Every moment spent near Claire was a reminder of what she could never have.

Each night, Selene returned to her own home, her emotions a tempestuous blend of joy and despair. The sight of Claire brought a smile to her lips, a warmth to her otherwise cold existence. But it was the revelation that Claire was married that ignited a fire of anger within her. Selene had seen Claire's husband, a kind-looking man who adored her, and it twisted the knife of longing even deeper into her heart. She had never felt such a potent mix of emotions—elation at seeing Claire, fury at the barriers between them.

Selene knew she had to stop. She knew she should walk away, let Claire live her life untouched by the darkness that followed her. But every night, as she stood outside Claire's house or watched her through the bookstore window, she found herself unable to tear away. The scent of Claire, the allure of her presence, had woven a spell around Selene, one she was powerless to break.

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