he saddles the vampire lord’s lap, draping his arms onto the man’s shoulders as he leans in, lips barely touching. the taste of blood pungent as he whispers. “you don’t need anyone else but me.”
OH HOW HIS WARLOCK TEMPTED HIM, lazily he wrapped an arm around the other. Letting himself drink in the tempting smell of blood on the others lips.
"I want no one else but you." a lie but a small one, it wasn't as if his lost love would appear out of the mist.







