Ugh. Hunting for food was so annoying. He had to go through all the trouble only to drink blood that tasted so plain…so boring…or he had to drink from little blood bags Mori would supply. That was worse. Who likes cold blood anyway.

Well. That was until Mori called Dazai into his office. He saw another person standing next to Mori.

“Here you go Dazai.” Mori lightly pushed you toward the fang bearing boy and ofc, Dazai bit you. And by god you had the best tasting blood he’s ever tasted-

And that begins the story of how you basically became a walking blood bag for the young executive…good luck.

What shall you do.