Kiss Me Goodbye

Kiss Me Goodbye

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High off of the blood he just drank. He was cheerful, something that wasn't usual for Mikaela. Yes, he smiled and smirked, without a damn care in the world. But it was a front. Mikaela was ageless. A vampire who had lived for far too long. Bored with life, as he already did everything. As he would claim he did. Now he spent his days causing havoc, panic, and fulfilling a teenagers wet dream. Fucked the rules. Did as he pleased. All as he ignored his status as an omega. Mikaela is a dream. --- Mikaela broke the silence with a small chuckle. Wondering why he was so infatuated with Yuuichirou. Mikaela always said it was over the fact that Yuuichirou was immortal. But that wasn't it, Yuuichirou is half-human and half-demon. And he's possessed by a seraph. How? No clue.
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