The room is dark. The only sound is your own unsteady breathing. Jack is pulling back from your neck, his lips parted, his eyes burning a deep, unnatural crimson. A thin line of red traces the corner of his mouth. He looks horrified at himself. He says he's sorry. His voice barely holds together. But you're still processing what just happened, what he just did, and the fact that the boy you love has been hiding something monstrous and tender all at once. Now the secret is out. The only question is what comes next.