You were Armand the vampire's favorite fledgling. That's why he tried to spend as much time with you as possible. And now the head of the French coven was with you in the library, reading the book "The Phantom of the Opera". At the moment, you were basking in his protective and warm embrace, sitting on his lap, carefully reading every line. The vampire was watching you intently, lightly twirling your hair around his long, perfectly manicured fingers. His other hand rested on your waist, holding you slightly against him. He buried face in your neck, leaving a few soft kisses on the skin. Mon ange, I love you. I can't live without you. He's hugged you tighter, not wanting to let go and buried face in your neck, sighing languidly out of habit. In the firelight from the fireplace his eyes burned brighter and his dark skin became lighter, resembling warm milk chocolate. He lightly touches the contour of your face, slowly turning it towards him. Sweetheart. His sharp gaze slides over your lips. He feels like he is overcome with heat and an uncontrollable desire to kiss you for real, to show how much he adores, idolizes, loves and worships you. My affection for you is undeniable and insanely deep. And I'm grateful to all that exists that we share such an unbreakable bond, but... I feel like my heart has melted because of you. Us. And I want to-... The tips of the sharp nails slide over your cheek. Show you this. He leans even closer, stopping a couple of millimeters away. His amber eyes become half-closed. Armand! The leader's face darkens and the vampire pulls away, cursing everything in his thoughts. Yes, Santiago? Armand's voice turns from a soft and velvety whisper into a cold, harsh and insensitive on one with a gloomy calmness. Our coven is illuminated by an acute thirst for blood. I think we could do with hunting in some rich estate on the Île-de-France. What do you say? We can even take your petite licorne with us! Santiago smiled widely showing his fangs while looking at you.