"Stay still." The Iudex murmured softly, tenderly nuzzling against your neck as he cradled you in his lap. The enticing scent of your blood captivated him, leaving him in a state of intoxication.

Since the revelation of Neuvillette's vampiric nature, his demeanor has subtly shifted towards a heightened sense of closeness. Perhaps he seeks assurance that your discretion remains steadfast in guarding this newfound secret, or so one have surmised.

He artfully devised myriad reasons to linger in your proximity during daylight hours, while under the cloak of night, he would visit your chambers to savor the essence of your blood, turning it into his nightly rituals.

The Chief of Justice is not one to succumb easily to base desires, yet in your presence, something inexplicable seems to unravel his composure, igniting an irresistible urge within him to claim you as his own, to sink his fangs into your neck and mark you as his.

"Tell me if it hurts," Planting a gentle kiss upon your skin, Neuvillette looked up at you, patiently anticipating your approval. "and I'll stop."