"..."
Sydney's eyes widened, and she took a step back, uttering a very unladylike swear word.
"sh*t!"
"Zefiri, what are you doing?"
The person in front of me wore a silver metal half-mask that covered his eyes and half of his face, and was engraved with a striking and exquisite rose pattern. However, anyone who knew him well could recognize him at a glance.
Sidney looked around.
"You two know each other?"
"I don't know him!"
"certainly."
The two spoke at the same time, and then Vili stomped hard on Zefiri's leather shoe, but the man's strength did not loosen at all, and he even tightened his grip on Zefiri.
"..."
Sidney narrowed her eyes: "Zefiri, as a gentleman, it's very ungentlemanly to force others."
Zefiri didn't even flinch when she heard her words.
"There was just a small misunderstanding between him and me."
"Really?"
Sydney gave him a suspicious look, then turned to Willy, softening her expression.
“My dear, don’t be afraid. I am also a prince. If you need help, just tell me and I will be happy to help you.”
Seeing that her hand was about to touch the boy's, Zephyr immediately pulled her back a step and held her in his arms.
“Sydney”.
He lowered his voice.
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"He is not one of those lovers you can toy with at will."
Sidney also stopped her seductive spell, crossed her arms, frowned, and said incredulously:
"...Are you serious?"
"He will be the only love of my life."
Zephyr's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resounding.
"After returning to my territory, I will form a pact with him and share my life."
"..."
Sydney paused for a moment, composed herself, and smiled to ease the tension.
"Okay...okay."
"I never expected that you would be such a rare and devoted lover among the vampires."
She gave him a sarcastic remark, then looked at Vili.
"Sweetie, if he ever bullies you in the future, feel free to come to me anytime."
Having said that, she turned and left without hesitation, her skirt fluttering as she returned to Triss, who was observing the situation.
"Don't believe her." Zephyr leaned close to Vili's ear, his breath brushing against the boy's white earlobe. "She just wants to drink your blood."
“Sydney has always liked handsome young men like you, but her liking is about pinning someone down on the bed, playing with them endlessly, draining their energy, and even sucking their blood dry before she's satisfied.”
"You can't stand her."
“I’m much gentler than her…”
Willy's face flushed red. He pushed away the man's increasingly inappropriate lips, which were about to kiss him from behind his ear to his neck, and even his hands were restless.
"I...I never thought about that!"
“I was just worried that she would recognize me and then tell Scarlett about it.”
"Yeah?"
Following his movement, Zephyri released Vili without comment.
As the music began, he leaned forward slightly, his silver hair falling to the side of his neck, and he extended his hand.
"Then, my dearest love, would you accept my sincere invitation?"
"...You're honored."
Vili took his hand.
As Zephyr said, he was indeed "gentle," but that was only at the beginning.
The man didn't adhere to strict dance steps, but guided the boy to gradually adapt to his rhythm, holding the latter's hand tightly in his palm without using force, yet the boy couldn't break free.
The large hand that encircled the slender waist tightened at a certain moment, bringing the dancer who was about to break away to a slight sway in the air, and then suddenly brought her back to the ground in the next instant. Zefiri bent over with a smile on her lips, her breath hitting her cheek, while that hand slid down to the soft thigh and gently caressed it twice.
Every dance together is like a war of attack and defense, and he turns this place into a battlefield for the two of them. The crowd becomes a blurred background. One step, two steps, three steps, their eyes are only on each other.
Spinning, swaying, wandering, they gradually reached a secluded corner, where Zephyr took the opportunity to lightly kiss the back of Vili's hand, his cold lips bringing a burning heat.
The next second, all the candlelight in the hall went out, and darkness descended.
For vampires, this is actually the most comfortable line of sight. Silent music flows, and their keen, pointed ears twitch slightly, hearing the sound of fangs piercing skin and the gurgling of blood from somewhere.
The real banquet began.
Zephyr did not stop dancing. Instead, she guided Vili little by little to the balcony bathed in moonlight. In a split second, she deftly slipped behind the swaying curtains, then grabbed the boy's wrist tightly and pressed it against the wall.
Willie's other hand was still on his shoulder, as if he was still dazed and immersed in the dance music.
Zephyr finally found an opportunity to lift the veil that was bothering him and plant a kiss on the boy's forehead.
"I have received your reply."
He suddenly spoke.
Did you see that?
Vili didn't say it explicitly, but Zephyri knew perfectly well what it meant.
“I saw it.”
He admitted it, but the next second he was caught off guard and his lips touched the lips he longed for, and he went straight in.
His voice was muffled by the kiss.
"But I'd rather come and get it myself."
Silver hair fell onto her smooth cheeks, but Vili was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she didn't have time to brush it away.
The tickling sensation made him groan and shrink back, but Zephyr wouldn't let him retreat. His kneading of the sensitive waist made the boy lose all his strength, leaving him completely at Zephyr's mercy.
In a daze, Vili slightly opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him. The moonlight almost blended into the man's hair color, but his noble and indifferent face was tinged with desire and tender love because of him.
The cold-blooded vampires possessed such a burning, scalding kiss.
The mask had fallen to the ground at some point, and the hand that had been resting on her shoulder unconsciously moved away and pressed against the back of Zephyr's neck, stroking her fur as if soothing a large cat.
Sensing his response, Zephyr's movements became even gentler, as if she wanted to melt into the boy.
The air gradually filled with the stench of blood, the scent of the remaining vampires indulging in a gluttonous feast.
Panting, Zephyr reluctantly pulled away from the soft lips and whispered:
Can I bite you?
For vampires, mutual blood-sucking is also a common form of flirting.
However, Willy raised his eyebrows and gave a sly smile.
"Can't."
"I'm afraid of pain."
Then he turned and hugged the man, burying his head in his neck and shoulder, his pink tongue licking the pale neck of the vampire prince.
Can I bite you?
He echoed Zephyr's words and asked in return.
However, before the other party could reply, the pain of sharp teeth piercing her body suddenly came, and Zephyr stiffened, but endured it and hugged the boy in his arms tightly.
His appetite and love were intertwined, but he only pecked at them with restraint.
Without his lover's permission, he cannot become a demon; he remains a person bound in a tuxedo.
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