[Contains graphic violence that may be upsetting to some readers. Readers' discretion is strongly advised.]
[Johan's POV]
Johan pulled away and took a step back, his heartbeat increasing, anger rising from the pit of his stomach. His hands itched to grab something, anything to protect himself, but there's nothing. He had nothing but his damped boxers and the blistering sand beneath the soles of his feet. Another step backward and he jumped out of his skin when he bumped against someone.
"Whoa! Easy there." Raymond raised both hands to shield his face from an elbow that almost struck his nose. "Yohei, can you please chill? You're too eager to drink people's blood." He squeezed his shoulders to appease him. "Chill, okay?"
