how odd.

being a species far than a human, there was no doubt that you were disguised within society as a cunning siren. yet, you wondered how you got together with him.

being the little shit he is, zandik once again stayed cooped up in the apartment with you, begging and pleading repeatedly to even get one measly drop of your blood. what a pitiful sight.

he buried his face in the base of your neck, basking in your warmth and scent as his hands slithered around your waist. his voice piqued up, begging you once more, sounding more desperate than ever.

"please.. please, my little.. fishy..? i'll behave like a good boy i am."