Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I know, however, I'm too curious about the taste," Dorothea said with a light shrug, a mischievous glint in her eye. Her curiosity had always been a driving force, one she couldn't ignore, even if it led her to unusual, sometimes risky, choices. "Don't wonder more, as I've never stepped foot out since the 'new birth,'" she added, her voice quieter now, as though the weight of her own history hung in the air.
"Well cared?" Jasper asked, his tone soft, the question lingering between them as he studied her face, trying to decipher the emotions hidden behind her words.
"Too much. It was suffocating me," she replied, her words almost a whisper, as though admitting the weight of her past was both a release and a burden. Jasper, intrigued by the vulnerability she revealed, couldn't help but fixate on the way her eyes—two striking, contrasting colors—shimmered with an unspoken sadness.
He knew she drank human blood; the red hue within the golden color of her irises gave it away, but her otherworldly eyes still held a mystery he couldn't quite unravel. They were both beautiful and haunting, just like the life she'd lived.
Before he could probe deeper, a waitress, Lisa, returned with their food and drinks. She placed the plates on the table with a brief, professional smile, then hurried off again without another word. But for a moment, there was a stillness, a pause between them.
Jasper could sense the shift in Dorothea's mood. Her excitement was palpable, and somehow, it reached him too. He felt his own mood lift slightly, the infectious energy of her presence pulling him in.
Without hesitation, Dorothea grabbed her fork, shoveling a spoonful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. But the moment she tasted it, her face contorted in distaste, and she immediately spat it out, her tongue sticking out in pure loathing.
Jasper couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. His eyes softened, the laughter in his gaze mirroring the amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. Her eyes, however, were full of frustration, a gloom lingering in them as the taste failed her expectations.
"You didn't expect it to taste so..." Jasper trailed off, watching her scrunch up her face as she tried to recover. "Well, you certainly didn't have the reaction I was expecting," he added with a teasing grin.
Dorothea stuck her tongue out again, clearly repulsed. "It's corrupt, that's what it is." Jasper passed her his glass of water, a small, knowing smile on his face. "Here. This'll wash it away, since water's about the only thing our bodies can handle in this human form."
She took the glass from him, the cool water soothing her mouth. After a moment, she returned the glass, her eyes meeting his with a hint of something she hadn't quite figured out yet. "You seem to be quite new to this lifestyle, seeing how innocent you are about all this," he remarked, his gaze teasing but filled with a strange warmth.
