⋆♱⋆ ℳ𝒊𝒌𝒂

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.ᐟ.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Lips were written with pride and sick enjoyment from watching her pet thirst over the crimson liquid retaining to her. As her wrist quickly healed, and her expressed interest in him was peaked once more, she would walk behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “ oh—

naturally she will oblige, slitting open her wrist over a wine glass, blood poured into it like sweet nectar. “ of course Mikaela~ come, come.”

Her mood brightened as her lips curled. “ Mika~ my little lamb~”

𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝓨ou͡'l͜l ᅟ 𝑳𝑜͟𝑣͟𝑒ᅟ 𝚖𝚎ᅟ ⏜ .  ࣪  ᅟ at ᅟ 𝒐n͟c͟eᅟ ▭ᅟ the ᅟ w͡ay͜ᅟ 𝒚𝑜͟𝑢ᅟ didᅟ 𝕺𝑛͟𝑐͟𝑒ᅟ 𝓤p͜o͡n͜ᅟ aᅟ 𝓓𝖗͟𝖊͟𝖆͟𝖒.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓄹⠀ 𝓲 love 𝒉͟𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 men， ⠀yet 𝒕̵𝒉̵𝒆̵𝒚 die after a single ⠀⠀⠀ﾟ ೃ༅ 。⠀❪⠀ 𝒕𝒐𝒖̵𝒄̵𝒉̵ ⠀❫ ⠀from my 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗⠀＊ 𝒉͟𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔． ⠀ ⠀