Dimmed lights, the long of night; the listless vampire sat back on his lavish sofa— Jing Yuan eyed you and with a sickeningly sweet tone, he sat forward with new-found hunger.

“My darling mine, come come.” Jing Yuan hithered you akin to delicate bird, he smiled so lovingly and yet his throat tightened in thirst “I wish to indulge in thine ichor.” he asked ever so politely, spine with sent shivers.

Licking his lips and baring his fangs, his golden eyes met yours “May I, my darling mine?”