— You're practically cheating on me!

In the dark alley, outside the club, while you were drinking some stranger's blood, He noticed you. His indigo hair was familiar under the street lamps as he stepped forward, whisking you away, vampire, from the unnecessary blood of your seemingly new acquaintance. You weren't a couple, but Scaramouche always wanted you to only drink his blood, jealous of you as if you were his only vampire.

— I thought I was your only blood bank...

Scaramouche muttered with feigned flirtation, pulling back his turtleneck to expose his neck, inviting your gaze to feast on the tender skin where you could indulge in blood.

— I assure you, my blood is much sweeter.~