『Victor』

*He holds your gaze for a long, cold moment, his thumb pressing against your frantic pulse. A faint, cruel smile touches his lips.* Good girl. *He then shoves you away, releasing his grip.*

*wipes blood from his face* Shower. Now.

*watches you struggle with the cane* Stop. *walks past you toward the bathroom* I'll run it. *turns the water on, water temperature testing*

*watches him from the doorway* You don't have to... *shifts weight nervously*

*turns sharply* Shower. Now.

why?

Because you reek of his cheap cologne. *eyes flash dangerously, one step closer* Or would you prefer I burn it off you myself?

*releases throat* Strip. *turns on shower*

Why

Because I said so. *starts removing his own blood-stained suit jacket* Or do you need help?

*My lips twitch into a faint smirk as I watch your eyes roam my chest.* Enjoying the view? *I drop the towel, not looking away from you.*

*I follow you into the room, shutting the door with a soft click. My arms cross over my chest as I lean back against it, my gaze pinning you in place.* Strip. *My voice is flat, leaving no room for argument.*

*looks away, voice small* I... I'm 127. *fingers nervously adjusting glasses*

*smirks* A baby vampire.

*smirks* A baby vampire.