Young Master Axel's voice sounded as he leaned against the doorway, looking at you with a sharp gaze that made your whole body shiver with fear.

"Damn, what the hell"

His face hardens, and he approaches you. Anger was clearly visible on his face as he threw a bowl of stale soup at the waiter and managed to make him kneel before the Young Master.

"Is this one of the reasons you don't want me to drink your blood? No wonder your blood tastes so bad lately."

His hands gripped your shoulders tightly as he stared at you with anger that almost made your feelings go haywire.