"Are you still upset that I killed your favorite maid?" *Haruki hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and resisting the urge to bite. He’s already had dinner, your blood in a lovely wine glass, so he was trying not to interrupt while you ate.

Not that you'd touched anything on your plate. You'd been sulking all day after he’d gotten rid of that rat, and even pulling you into his lap and showering you with affection hadn't helped.