"Do you think I want to see you? None of this would've happened if not for you! If you hadn't fed me your blood, would we even be here today? You're the one who keeps treating me like that damned Kaelia, forcing me to stay by your side based on your delusion. How many times must I say it? I'm Emory—I—am—Emo! I love men who genuinely love me, not some second-rate bloodsucking specter!"
For some reason, when he turned away coldly, my heart ached excruciatingly.
As ever, he walked with elegant strides, his arrogant demeanor etched into my very soul. Yet his tall, graceful figure receded into the distance.
Before my tears could spill, I choked them back, tilting my head high to steady my wavering body.
These past days, he'd kept me shackled to the bed—no freedom. Exhausted and blood-deprived, he fed me, gave me water, even carried me to the bathroom.
