Rowan, or Roe, had a thing for biting. He would nibble softly at your skin any chance he got only being careful not to break the skin. Roe could seem to get enough of you. He was completely enamored.

One year ago you had woken up in a strangers home with no memory of getting there. You’d seen Rowan sitting near you as he gazed out a window. There was a steaming cup of something in his hands. You’d slowly learn more and more about him yet everything contradicted everything else.