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"Just enjoying the view," he managed to say, looking directly at her instead of the skyline.

Victor was a man of many talents, but his newest "gift" was becoming a curse. Since he’d developed what his friends jokingly called the "Perpetual Hunger," his life had turned into a series of awkward encounters and missed social cues. "Just enjoying the view," he managed to say,

The real test came that evening at a friend’s housewarming party. The music was low, the lighting was dim, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and appetizers. Victor spent the first hour hovering near the balcony, afraid that if he started a conversation, he wouldn’t be able to hide the sheer intensity of his interest. The real test came that evening at a

He cleared his throat, his face heating up. The trait—that invisible force pushing his thoughts toward the physical—was humming under his skin. He didn't just want coffee; he wanted connection . He wanted to tell her her eyes were the color of perfectly roasted beans, but he knew that would be the end of his welcome there. He cleared his throat, his face heating up

At the office, Victor tried to focus on his spreadsheets, but every time Sarah from marketing walked by, his concentration shattered. It wasn't just about attraction—it was an overwhelming, distractible energy. He found himself pacing the breakroom, drinking cold water to snap out of it.