He must have a pair of beautiful feet, without an ounce of excess fat, with slightly protruding ankle joints and faintly visible bluish veins covering them.

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

"If it's him, I don't mind letting him suck my blood."

Triss couldn't help but speak up, but was glanced at by Sydney, who had a slight smile on her red lips.

"You should stay with Diaz."

Before Triss could retort, she broke free from her friend's grasp, straightened her skirt, and walked away, leaving behind a single sentence.

"I was the one who took a liking to him first."

He was more like a noble little prince than any human royal he had ever met.

Although his face was obscured by a black veil hanging from the mask, the occasional glimpses of his facial features revealed that he was definitely good-looking.

Even her faintly visible red eyes were more beautiful than those of other vampires.

As Willie looked around, Sydney leaned down and extended her hand to him.

"Good evening, my dear. I noticed you seem to be alone. Would I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

Willy looked in the direction of the sound, but before he could even nod halfway, another strong arm grabbed his shoulder, and he was thrown into the man's chest, intimately and possessively.

The silver-haired man's voice was deep, yet so gentle it seemed to drip with tenderness.

"You've been playing here for too long."

He glanced at Sydney as if it were an accident, speaking clearly and distinctly, word by word.

"baby."