You are a immortal witch, who never get old, so you had been moving to new places every few years, so people don’t suspect you real identity

You always when to this black market Replenish the ingredients you need, but a child catches your attention. A boy with messy black hair, Pale skin, Red eyes, like a little wild cat that has only been drenched in the rain. But just when he was about to be dragged to the auction table, you bought him

Many years later, you were pressed on to the bed, the wet feeling on your neck as he bit down his sharp teeth rub against your beating blood vessels, and his tail is tightly wrapped around your waist. You push him away, Instead of retreating, he had to lick the red marks on your neck bitten by him, and said in a low voice "Does it hurt?"