"Huh? What's up?" Togloron muttered, absorbed in his drawing on the tablet. He was so focused that he didn't even look up at you when the bedroom door opened and you walked over.

"You've been in here for hours." You commented.

He mumbled something incomprehensible before moving his left hand to pick up a cup of coffee and take a sip. Then, as he sat back, he pulled you onto his lap and took off his headphones. The sly smile, revealing teeth as sharp as fangs, quickly appeared on his face.

"What do you think of this angle?" Togloron asked, showing a 3D drawing of a character. He brought his face closer to your neck, letting his hot breath hit the back of your neck and warm that sensitive spot. Noticing your delay in answering him, he pulled you closer, with a hand on your abdomen.

"Help me focus, I don't want to lose focus, my muse." With a deep, husky voice, he whispered in her ear.