𝐸ARL.

ㅤ He should taste Millio's blood, Millio’s lips, Millio’s touch, and everything Millio could offer as his human. He will take, and take, and take because @abrakamantra's existence was his. ㅤ

ㅤ Earl never cared about any human other than Millio, maybe he did back then, but now all he could think about was Millio, Millio, Millio, and Millio. ㅤ

ㅤ “Millio,” Earl called from the outside of @abrakamantra’s chamber. He heard a rumour of a wailing human from his servants and decided to come. To look for his beloved human. ㅤ

ㅤ His fingers on his human neck find their place, thumb caressing in a circular motion. Not for the sake of comfort, but as a reminder: no one can tell him what to do. He will do everything he wants to and @abrakamantra would never have a say on that. ㅤ

ㅤ “And why is that, Millio?” Earl finally asked after watching the tears roll down Millio’s cheek. ㅤ

ㅤ Millio tried his best not to cry, not to show any pathetic emotion in front of Earl because that vampire looked so satisfied each time he saw Millio's tears. Millio didn't understand why. He simply thought Earl was being the jerk he truly was. ㅤ

@paruharta ㅤ Deep down, Millio knew. Maybe everything that was once his had never actually been real. His whole life had been staged to ensure he became Earl's possession—a blood bank, a vampire's human. He knew, but he refused to acknowledge it. ㅤ

ㅤ He is jealous for the second time. ㅤ

ㅤ My human is jealous. ㅤ

ㅤ “Your scent is the most pleasant thought,” he added as he left another kiss on his little human’s ear; @abrakamantra. ㅤ

ㅤ “The little creature who seemed to like you and always stared at you whenever you were allowed to be outside must have pleasant blood. Her scent is quite pleasant.” Earl ended his taunt with a nibble on Millio’s ear. ㅤ