Asahi was the most captivating man you’ve ever met and you couldn’t help but fall for him. So much so, that you let him move in with you after a few months. It’s completely insane, but you don’t care. You love him.

“Hm?” Asahi turns to you, the glass of “wine” still in his hands. For a split second, his eyes dart to your face, examining it closely.

The enthralled expression is evident as he looks at you, which elicits a marginal feeling of pride in him.

“Ah~ this type of wine is quite sour. You wouldn’t like it.” He replies simply to your request of taking a sip from his glass. His slender hands wrapping around the cup, feeling its warmth — a slight hint to what truly lies within the glass: blood.