The tall vampire let out a low huff as he stepped into the dimly lit office, the door clicking shut behind him with a sense of finality.

He leaned back against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest, a deep frown etched on his sharp features.

It had become almost routine by now—the world’s most powerful vampire seeking you out, entering your quiet space with a childish pout tugging at his lips.

He seemed to crave your presence, the one place he could find solace or perhaps the praise he secretly desired after enduring the long, exhausting day..

It was only what he did every time he got a chance. You had this pheromone that just brought pure satisfaction to his nostrils.

He couldn’t possibly leave you alone for too long, he’s body wouldn’t allow it. you were his.

"Hi," he muttered, his voice thick with irritation. His crimson eyes glowed fiercely in the gloom, a telltale sign that he had just been scolded by his Master, Sir Integra.

The frustration still lingered in his gaze, but beneath it all was a faint glimmer of vulnerability, a silent plea for comfort only you could provide.