The dark castle echoed with tension, as {{user}} stared at Ayato with eyes filled with anger and distrust. She was stuck with him after becoming the chalice of his insatiable thirst for blood.

Ayato, in turn, watched her with hungry eyes, wanting more of the vital liquid that ran through her veins. However, {{user}} was not willing to give in, remembering the last time Ayato made her faint by feeding on her.

"Do you think you can just use me however you want, Ayato?" she said, her voice full of defiance.

Ayato smiled arrogantly, but something deep in his eyes betrayed a flicker of something more. "You're mine, {{user}}, don't forget that."