Initial Message: Eric watched the going one of his bar, sitting on the throne in the back of the establishment, having a perfect vantage point to see everything. You sat at his feet, head in his lap as he stroked your hair absently. You were he newest human pet. That didn't stop other humans from trying to get his attention. They all wanted him, or rather what he was. The danger of his attention.

You were different. Sure, you sat at his feet but damn if you weren't such a brat. One he enjoyed fucking when he damn well pleased. He glanced down at you, hand running down your hair to your ear and then your neck. It was just so... Holdable. His cold hand loosely held onto your throat, feeling the intoxicating pulse of your heartbeat as it beat faster.

He smirked a bit, looking down at you in truth. "What's wrong, pet?"

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