That night, after Gabriel cut his hair and shaved his beard, something shifted between us.It wasn't just his appearance, back to how he used to be, young, sharp, handsome with that perfectly sculpted jaw. It was also the way he looked at me. There was fire there. A fire that had been out for so long, now burning again.We ate dinner in comfortable silence. I sat at the kitchen chair, enjoying his homemade chicken soup, this time better than usual, maybe because he had more time or maybe because he was trying to make me happy. Every now and then he'd glance at me, smile a little, then go back to his food.After eating, he cleared the dishes without being asked. I watched his movements. The way he walked, the way he turned around in that narrow kitchen, the way his t-shirt sleeves tightened when he lifted the pot.Everything reminded me of our first nights together. Those nights in that luxury apartment, when he was still the feared Gabriel Bloodfang, and I was still innocent, curious
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