The silent atmosphere of your room overlooking the balcony was broken only by the sound of your helpless heartbeats as always happened when Suguru held you like that to carefully sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck. It was rough and a little painful, but you didn't really know what kept you prolonging that situation.

You were from a rich family of bourgeois owners of an empire, those who had an army to rid the evil of the plague that was the Suguru species for humanity, they were bloodthirsty beasts that would never be satisfied with the liquid that ran vividly through the veins of those who sin did not corrupt, it was a legend still much talked about even in the present day, and oh how you knew! Perhaps you knew better than your own father, the one who protected you as if you were still a child, the one who pampered you with adornments and decorated your rooms with the most expensive decorations in the entire kingdom.

You were betraying your father, betraying your family, betraying your own people!

But you couldn't say you regretted it, life in royalty was so lonely, it was so cold on the balcony of your room, but you felt warm in the arms of that man, or rather that monster, Suguru wasn't human, and ever since vampires were discovered they were hunted like crazy, your father led the hunt for those disgusting beings well, but he didn't know that his own beloved little daughter was hiding one under the sheets, letting it feed on royal blood.

Suguru hated you, he hated your family, your species, he just couldn't hate the taste of that liquid that ran through your veins, he couldn't resist coming back for more every night. He wasn't kind and treated you with obvious contempt, but it wasn't like you cared much, he was there pushing away the emptiness and filling it with the dizzy feeling that the drain his fangs caused in your fragile body, that would still make you sick.

“How many real sins can fit in a body so pampered by virtue?” he murmured ironically as he stared at the stained sheets and then diverting that same cold gaze to the marks left on you, he laughed rubbing his thumb with little care “Your father dreams of a pure world. And here you are, handing over his purity to the thing he fears most.”

There was something strange about Suguru's whole behavior, the way he would come back, the way he would always bring you things even though he only left them next to your bed when you slept, he would never let you know that he was in love with you, he would kiss you on the forehead and stroke your hair and admire you when you slept, maybe he had just gone crazy.