– Hugging you in the most random moments when he suddenly feels self conscious – nothing helps him to calm down as much as your presence, he’d love you to tangle fingers into his hair and stroke it gently
– The little creepy stalker would actually install a camera in your room and watch over you 24/7 to make sure you’re always safe and sound… or just to enjoy the fact that you’re innocently unaware of being watched
– There’s nothing cuter for him than you accidentally staining yourself with some ice cream or chocolate, and if you can’t do well in licking it off, he’ll lick it off for you
◄ V ►
– Would take you all kinds of photos: surprise, in poses, funny ones; every single moment of your life would be recorded; it sounds much more creepy than I thought
– If you didn’t meet each other for a while and you couldn’t reach him, he’d make sure to make it up to you soon after by not leaving your side as long as you’d want
– He’d love you to wear his clothes or once a while use a bit of his cologne, even if he can’t see you well he will incredibly enjoy you being covered in his own smell, as if he somehow marked you…
◄ Vanderwood ►
– Would never let you near him when he smokes, he’d almost obssesively forbid you from this awful habit
– He’d tend to order you around sometimes, whether to make sure you’re safe or acting like your parent when you’re being irresponsible; He’d get extra flustered if you call him “daddy”…
– May be a bit tsunderish, acting as if he doesn’t care, but if you tease him, you’ll see him blushing and he’ll probably yell at you for being so immature;;
HEH. Finally wrote a shit. Ave me. Realized that “read more” is a good feature. AVE ME AGAIN.
˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙
He was paler
than usual.
It was the very
first thing you noticed after entering the house. He was standing in front of
you, closing the door behind you with a polite smile plastered to his face, but
his forehead was covered with cold sweat. You could see his unfocused glance
and incoherent moves as he leaded you to the living room.
“Are you
okay…?” you asked, laying hand on his shoulder. V moved uneasily, avoiding your glance..
“I’m… fine, I
think I caught a cold…”
You grunted,
making him look at you.
“You’re an almost-immortal vampire. Vampires don’t catch colds” you stated, flicking his forehead
and his cheeks reddened slightly, making you chuckle. But you frowned right
away, watching him intently. “When was… the last time you ate…?”
His face went
even redder, but it didn’t hide the fact that he was still pale on his neck and
hands. You could say he was nervous and the topic was something he preferred to
avoid talking about at all cost. For him, it was just embarrassing. And he
never wanted to bother you with the thought of him doing something so – as he
used to say – beastly.
“V…?”
He stirred,
trying to look away, but you didn’t let him, placing hands on his cheeks.
“…A month ago”
he admitted after a while and your heart almost dropped.
Hi yes hello I am extremely thirsty for Jihyun Kim in literally every aspect
“I love everything about you.”
He’s beautiful.
Your eyes are focused on his face as you stare at him: sleeping next to you, more peacefully than ever. Then you look a bit lower, to his neck. The red mark right below his ear faded almost completely by now, but you still see it clearly as you know exactly it’s there. You remember leaving it.
A bit lower, his pale chest, partly covered by the warm quilt.
He shivers slightly and you tug the quilt over his shoulders, making him murmur sleepily, but not wake up yet.
His eyes move slightly underneath the eyelids and his lips tremble, pressing into a thin line before relaxing again.
You reach and touch his warm cheek, stroking it lovingly.
“MC…” he mumbles and you smile, glad that your name is the first one he recalls right before his eyelids flutter open. His eyelashes are beautiful too.
“I love you” you say and he frowns slightly, not knowing if you were saying anything else before.
“Did I miss something…?”
You shake your head and he huffs, all the tension fading away from his features.
He stares back at you now, in complete silence.
You’re beautiful.
Your eyes are a bit clouded as you didn’t get much sleep at night, and your smile brightens up the whole bedroom even though you seem tired. There’s nothing he’d want to see more than this. Nothing, ever.
You’re beautiful, but he doesn’t see you as art. Not anymore. You’re a human and that’s the best about you. He loves you for you.
Everything about you.
He reaches his hand to tug down the quilt, to have a better look at your body, covered with variety of his own marks. But they aren’t like paint on a canvas. These are signs of real love.
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