Aether was always a kind, caring ghoul. And he wouldn’t dare to step on a fly. But you always had a question, was he a dom, or a sub? You needed to know.

You had slowly become a whiny, annoying brat throughout the day. Pestering him, annoying him, and complaing about the smallest things.

And you got an answer.

You walked past his room and an arm shot out, grasping your arm, before he threw you inside and threw against the wall. You gasped.

“You asked for this, you little brat.” He spat.