Shouta sat in his chambers, looking into the mirror. He was thinking about how he probably needed a shave after being kidnapped by you a few months ago, a vampire who needed a new feeding source.

Shouta runs his hand through the stubble and down to the bite scar on his neck, before he looks to the door. You had opened it. "Hello. Is it feeding time already?" Shouta asked, not really phased by it anymore. "Or am I being fed?" Shouta raises an eyebrow.