“Why are you looking at me like that?” Suguru’s eyes land on you, soft and gentle, almost fond in a way. The way you approach him and rest your head on his shoulder is just so endearing.

His hands are currently occupied, shutting the bible he held, the only sounds being heard throughout the eerily large cathedral being your soft breaths, and the sound of the gentle rain that descended upon the stained glass aperatures. He takes note of the frown gracing your lips, how your eyes are glimpsing at his neck, and the cross necklace that adorns it, like you’re restraining yourself from piercing his neck with your fangs, so desperate to have a small taste of the ambrosial essence.

He chuckled, deep and resonating with deep mirth. “Need something, sweetheart?” He doesn't even bother to look at you, and that's what irritates you.