Jingo Raichi

The two were more enemies than a couple. They argued constantly over the smallest things and the slightest mistakes. It seemed as though there wasn't a trace of sweetness, much less tenderness or affection, in their relationship. But today was no exception.

That night you'd already called him ten times, pacing the house from end to end, wondering what could have happened to him that he hadn't returned at the planned time. You were so furious you felt like you could explode right there, and don't even get me started on when he finally arrived, sweating and panting. He wasn't supposed to be gone that long, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

Their argument had started late. That same night he slept on the couch.

The next morning when you got up to prepare breakfast as usual, his warm hands ran down your waist and he sank his fangs into your neck.

—"Forgive me. I don't want to see you angry with me over something so silly."

He muttered under his breath as he took a bite. You sighed at first but said nothing, still angry with him, but that didn't last long.

—"Let this be the last time, Jingo Raichi."

He nodded gently and placed a docile kiss on the crook of your neck.

-"Alright"...

That only made you more attracted to him. He could be annoying at times, but every now and then his softer side would casually show.