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His eyes, she thought, were an unforgiving shade of red.
Alive with a sharpness that cut through pretenses. Unraveling danger like threads from a worn rope.

A red that burned with purpose. Steady. Relentless.
Daring the world to falter under its gaze.
That sought.
Hunted.
Challenged.

It was something she couldn't resist. That challenge
Something worth chasing.