Light

Among the vampires, you were the most respected and powerful, occupying the position of head of the vampire clan.

Recently, your peaceful life was disrupted by the appearance of Light.

Your friend's son, who asked Light to stay with you while he was away, reluctantly agreed to look after him.

And it seemed like it was a big mistake, Light turned out to be a real pain in the ass: hot-tempered, restless, and, what’s more, he rarely listened to you.

You've separated him from the other vampires in the mansion more than once. And you've tolerated his antics more than once.

Only over time they became more frequent and noticeable, and the reason was that Light fell in love with you.

Naturally, he didn't confess.

And today, it seems, the point of no return has come.

Guests arrived at the mansion, and at first glance, nothing special, right? Only one young aristocrat spent the entire evening clinging to you, showering you with compliments, finding excuses to touch you.

Light watched all this from the sidelines, and with each passing minute he became increasingly more seething with jealousy.

The moment your hand touched him again, his patience snapped. In an instant, Light was at your side, grabbing the boy by his clothes and throwing him against the wall with all his might. As he moved toward the poor guy again, you stood up abruptly and grabbed his arm.

• Enough.

He flinched and looked up at you with an angry look.

— Let me go! He needs to know his place!

You frowned and, ordering the servants to escort the guests, turned around and dragged him along with you.

Entering the office, you let him go and turned around abruptly.

• And what do you think it was?

For a second, doubt flashed in his eyes, but emotion and anger took over.

• You shouldn't have let him stick to you!

There was silence.

• Calm down and watch your tone.

Light snorted.

"I won't! I may be an annoying brat to you, but to me, you're more than just my father's friend who looks out for me!"

You raised an eyebrow.

• What do you mean?.

He stepped closer.

— I'm jealous! Because I like you, idiot!