My eyes focus on the person in front of me, urging me to let a night slip, make a mistake, let him in and hold him close.
It was Ride or Die.
"And I love to ride."
"I felt in my heart, a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips."
-Bram Stoker
"Bobo! See I got green apples for you from our garden. These will be enough for the time you're away so I'll collect and keep more when you return." A ten year old boy forwards the basket of apples to his friend.
"Mn."
The bubbly one erupts in laughter, "It's thank you Bobo. Not everyone understands your language like me." Soon the laughter gives way to stubborn tears falling from those shining doe eyes, hurt from the departure of his confidant. The only one he had in the entire village.
"Promise me Bobo, you will come back soon? And then we'll not be parted anymore and stay together forever."
Wide open eyes gleaming with tears hoped against hope that his friend would surely return to him. But somewhere he knew it wasn't going to be so pleasant like that in his imagination.
"Promise Bobo?"
Shock ripples through the young boy and so does an immense wave of happiness when his friend hugs him, by himself. We must take note Bobo hates touching and being touched.
"Mn. Promise." . . . . .
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Xiao Zhan:
29, Human. Yibo's fated one. Bottom.
Wang Yibo:
32, Vampire. Leader of the coven. Top.
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19 Years Later.
I heave breaths as I reach my orgasm. Carrying myself from the bed I walk towards the bathroom.
