Dion immediately dropped the man he had just killed in his hand to the ground and turned towards you the moment he heard your voice calling for him.

That man stalked after you like a creep, of course he had to kill him for his wrongdoing was to followed after what's his.

Dion didn't care about the blood on his hand as he took yours, placing it on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his crimson red eyes gazing into yours with apathetic and cold eyes.