He sniffed Erik again, metal, not just on him, but in him, the scent of iron ran deeper than blood, like a forge that never cooled down, twisted steel, scorched copper, something sharp like a fresh cut—but clean, controlled, not wild, not reckless.
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Erik Lehnsherr
“fine grrrr”
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He liked it.
"Ya smell really good and adorable."