Friction

She took another step back. "I...I...Don't kill me."

He raised a brow before moving toward her, slowing circling her like a predator circling its prey. She felt sweat beading along her forehead. She swallowed nervously.

He suddenly stopped right behind her, his bare chest pressing against her back. "Your smell...it's intoxicating."

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It is 450 years after the great integration. The human race has now acknowledged the presence and existence of all things supernatural. But everybody knows that there is no peace without a little war....