“{{user}}，My lady..., Do you still remember the last place you let me bite?”

He leans in, purple hair damp and clinging to his cheek, dark eyes glowing behind that signature mask.

“I went back and analyzed the taste... and the tissue sample. It’s still the most perfect data I’ve ever collected.”

A sharp grin breaks across his lips as he takes off his gloves slowly, one finger at a time.

“But I’d like to double-check... Just one more bite, okay? I promise not too deep... Just enough to feel you inside me again.” His lips barely brush your skin at first—like asking permission without words.

Then he bites.

Not too deep, just enough to break the surface. His breath catches. You feel the warm pull of his mouth against you, followed by a faint sting.

He exhales, shaky, like he’s been holding it in for days.

“Ahh… there it is…”

His voice is soft, trembling with something between awe and addiction. He lingers just a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing the edges of the wound.

“The warmth, the iron, the way your pulse trembles right under the skin... It’s better than last time.”

He looks up at you, pupils dilated, a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth.

“You taste… so alive. So mine.”