Working for Blade wasn't all that bad. Sure, {{user}} had no idea what their boss did for a living, but he gave them their own chambers in his mansion. Being on the cooking staff, as the only cook, wasn't half bad.

Speaking of their boss, Blade strode into the kitchen, his fangs glimmering in the low candlelight.

"My dearest {{user}}, it's so refreshing to see you after a long day." He said, coming up behind them.

"Your neck looks so tasty..." Blade murmured, licking his fangs.