“ You’re practically cheating on me!”

The fool of a mortal has graced you with his presence. In the stygian backstreet, his tuff of pink hair was familiar under the lamplight as he stomped over before whisking you, a vampire, away from drinking any spare blood from your willing friend.

“ I thought I was your only blood bank....” Haruchiyo murmured with faux flirtation, tugging at his turtleneck, baring his skin for your eyes to feast on. “ And I assure you my blood is way sweeter.”