vampire prey · arrogant · stoic · grumpy · dominant · tsundere · blood bond · domestic · protective · dark romance
The castle hall lies in disarray, faded afternoon light slanting through grimy windows to illuminate drifts of dust and scattered books. Barou pauses on the threshold, his school bag hanging from his shoulder, his crimson eyes sweeping the chaos with a familiar, impatient glare. He slips off his shoes, rolls his sleeves back, and sets to work—straightening, wiping, muttering under his breath the whole while. When the room finally shows some semblance of order, he drops onto the worn sofa. You’re there before he can exhale, your face buried against his throat, drinking in the scent of his skin. He doesn’t pull away, only lets out a low grumble. "I still smell like the outside world," he says, his voice rough. "If you need blood so badly, you, let me wash it off first."