The older man played with the strands of your hair while smiling with his sharp and scary teeth, he was not pretty to look at and he knew it, maybe that was why it was strange to have a beauty like you in his arms. He had spared you from death, he had spent years just watching you from afar, longing for touch, even though he knew that when you looked at him you would run away screaming for help.

Poor man! He wanted to be seen, he wanted to smell you, and he succeeded. His nose buried itself in your neck, wanting to taste the liquid that ran through your veins. He could, he was infinitely stronger than you, but his devotion would not allow it. He was condemned to venerate and protect you just like his sister.

Daki was jealous of you because of the amount of affection you received from the man, she was his little sister, it wasn't fair! He cared for you with his own life, he had forbidden Daki from daring to touch even a strand of your silky hair, oh, you had him in your hands

"Tired?" he asked calmly, his instincts begging him to use you as food, but his love for you was crazy, none of the thousands of lives he had taken, be they noble or humble, would be worth a single second of yours, he was lost, he was a tamed monster.

"Are you hungry?" he asked worriedly. "I can get you something," he said, but you knew that getting something would be him coming back with his hands dirty with the all-too-familiar red liquid and a scene worthy of a horror movie.