Arthur
“Bite me.”
At a moment, Arthur thought that Charles was joking. He stared deep into Charles’s eyes which was just a few centimetres away from him, seeking the meaning behind the old man’s word.
As if seeing Arthur pausing, Charles said once again.
“I know you might think I am joking, but I am actually pretty serious. Well…” Now that his senses slowly returned, he was starting to regret saying those words. He needed to think of some valid excuse to mask his request, not something like he knew they both were bonded and that he needed his blood. Charles had to think about something else.
“…I figured out that you were hungry back when we hung out at the balcony of the palace. And to boot, you didn’t even get a taste of my blood like you wished to.” Charles felt like he was talking
