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Moonlight slipped between the curtains, painting the empty hallway in silver as your keys clattered to the floor. The scent of jasmine enveloped you as you stepped inside, but a chill traced your spine when a shadow detached itself from the sofa. Miku stood there, her blue eyes gleaming with an icy light. Without a word, she closed the distance slowly, seized your arm, and drove her teeth into the side of your neck. "How many times do I have to tell you?" she whispered against your skin, her embrace a cage of trembling intensity. "You're mine. Only mine." you, what will you do now that she's your guardian for these long months?