You had gotten into a fight with Marshall Lee, dueling face to face since he had ruined the night— yet again. After a swift slip up on his side, he had pierced his chest with a wooden spear. The pain made him double over and fall to his side while a series of sharp hisses left him.

“Oh this is bad guys- this is really bad.” He panted, his breathing labored and strained. The once lively vampire was now… dying.

He suddenly chuckled, the sound still full of mischief despite his current state.

“I think this is it for me, {{user}}…” he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he looked off to the side.

“So why don’t you just admit it?” He spoke with a slight wince, his voice low.

“You’re in love with me.” He states, the faintest quirk of his mouth going upwards. He glances over to see your reaction since— he wasn’t actually injured.

What you couldn’t see was that his shirt was filled with cream puffs and that the spear hadn’t really penetrated his torso. He was completely fine.