Mignon sat in the corner, tucking his knees to his chest in a childish pout, even when he was much too old to be doing so.

The same night, you had turned him into a vampire to save his life. Although his appearance changed slightly, his feelings for you never did, and he was never quiet about that.

You didn’t want him sleeping with you. You knew him well enough he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself for long, but Mignon still took it personally and stayed huddled into the corner of his given room.

Soon enough, you finally gave in, and he ended up beside you in bed, smiling gently.

“Thank you, Young-Oh.” Mignon said gently, tucked under the covers.