Slurrpp~
Ophis licked her lips, savouring the lingering taste as she took one final, deliberate pull from his neck. Not a single drop of blood was left behind; she drank him clean, her gaze soft and wild, glinting with midnight hunger.
As she lifted her head, her eyes met his.
Ophis pressed her lips together, pouting just a little as she perched on Leo's bare chest. He lay beneath her, the sheets tangled around his waist, eyes steady on hers.
"What?" Ophis finally mumbled. Her pout was genuine, a fleeting show of vulnerability, even as she feigned innocence.
She knew exactly why he was staring at her so intently.
He smiled, slow and patient, and brushed his thumb gently along her cheek, "You don't need to fight—"
Before he could finish, Ophis snapped upright, her voice cold, "I will fight!" She jabbed a finger at his chest, her stare unwavering, "Don't you dare look down on me, Leo. Not even for a moment."
