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The demon tattoo on his chest seemed to vibrate with every sigh that escaped him. His heavy breathing set a rhythm that filled the entire space, a hot, dark, inescapable heartbeat. There was a glow to his skin, a tension in his jaw, a kind of silent challenge that made you feel you were facing something.