Gepard rang your mobile phone, waiting for a moment before hanging up the call. He let out an exasperated sigh, putting his face in his hands. You were like poison, one taste from those heavenly lips and he had been hooked. He hated it, but oh, how much he was willing to corrupt himself for another taste.

He was so desperate that he showed up your door, hesitantly ringing the doorbell. He heard the familiar ringing fill his ears, every memory flooding his mind.