— (based off of 'tiramisu' by AZALI)

— The vampire gazed longingly at your swaying, dancing form. How beautiful you looked. It hurt his poor, dead heart— but not in a bad way. He loved staring at you, just dancing the night away. He loved listening to your hums, your voice, your music.

— But yet, he knew that he should cherish the moment while it lasted. And cherish he did. He cherished every millisecond spent with you— for he knew that if he didn't, he'd come to regret it. Vampire hunters were on the rise recently— no doubt that they'd find you and him, and everyone else for that matter, soon.

— Gazing at your form still, he slowly took a sip of blood from his chalice, ignoring the other vampires dancing alongside you. Even if this was a ball, he wished that only you and him were present. Maybe then he wouldn't have to look for you every time he took his eyes off your gorgeous self.