There hasn't been an officer present up to this point. Does this indicate he's safe at the moment? I can't have him wandering about the city, casually and foolishly presenting himself to humans in broad daylight. I must accept responsibility for his behavior at this time. Then again, I haven't really encountered those girls.

I rolled up my sleeve and wedged my forearm into his teeth. I'll confess that I was terrified when I started feeling the faintest pressure of his sharp fangs scrape against my flesh. I'm perfectly aware that what I'm encouraging him to do is considered taboo by those in command. If anybody figures out about this, both of our clans may get into major difficulty with one another, however, that doesn't matter. Because my family brought him in, we are equally liable for his conduct.

I've helped in drawing him closer to me. I caught a glimpse of his mouth dribbling at this moment. Scratching his head, I reassured him everything would be Alright since it would be his first time-consuming my blood. I avert my head, patiently waiting. With each passing second's this uneasiness may be enough to kill me. My heart was pounding relentlessly. It sounded as though he could hear it. At that moment, his teeth penetrated my skin. As a result of the anguish, my body came to a total standstill. I dared, but I could not really move much at the moment. His fangs alone were enough to entrap me.

This surreal sensation occurred when he drained blood from my body. It won't do much damage. It was difficult to put into words. It just made me feel relieved. When I placed my head on his shoulder, he tugged my arm closer to him. He was gingerly holding my arm as if he was telling me he wasn't ready to let go. I rubbed his back while chuckling at him. I'm not sure if my sensitive hearing is always a blessing, but for the time being, I'm grateful to be able to hear him feeding on my blood.

I didn't actually realize my other hand was fondling his thigh. I glanced over, embarrassed, to see if he realized, but he appears preoccupied with my arm. My soul cried from out my body as I took heavy breaths.

What am I attempting to do to him? Why did my instinct interfere in such a way?

My mind grew increasingly unusable, and I was unable to think clearly at this moment. This ludicrous thought kept running through my mind. I'm concerned that there will be nothing to restrain me. “I desire more.” I found myself thinking as I shoved him over my bed. Hunching closer to his face, I understood there's no turning back from what I intended to do to him-

“Good morning, my dear Winston!” I opened my eyes, startled, I looked around. I was stuck in my bed, trying to figure out just what happened. Seeing Loki appearing in front of my bed, his infamous sinister smirk on his face. My cheeks reddened instantly as a result of my delusional fantasy about him. Scratching my brow, I broke eye contact with him, unsure of what to do or say. Considering what I ordered him to do in my dream and what I intended to do to him. What will his attitude be if I tell him?

As I was submerged in a sea of my concerns, I didn't even notice my bed shaking from Loki's weight. He slumped onto the bed, ripping the blanket from my grasp in order to cover himself all over for comfort. While my mind was still in the clouds from the dream, he kept muttering something about his phone.

“I swear to you! They announced last night that one of the news crew members had received an anonymous letter. He was spewing this bullshit nonsense on Chatbot, claiming that the killer in this year's topic was going to deliver the next victim's body part to each one of the crew's doorsteps. That is, if they persist to document the victims' killer. Wendy immediately joined the conversation. Telling him off after raising the issue to everyone else before her, and went on to explain that this is simply an impersonator out there asking for attention since our news nowadays is receiving more attention than national views.”

He attempted to shove his phone beside my face, seeming pleased with himself. I'm betting he noticed I wasn't paying much attention at a certain point.

“Look, they even put out an announcement that they'll be going live today. Earlier, they had posted a ghastly picture of last night's corpses on their site. Ah! They will go live in a few minutes.”

Loki began shoving his phone against my face while bouncing closer to have a decent view of the screen. My heart was beating. I felt my blood rush. I tried to suppress it by putting my attention on the little screen, from his phone, but it didn't help. I'm fed up with my damn self. I took Loki's phone and connected it to my TV.

“Does my breath honestly reek that bad?” I rolled my eyes and denied responding. I managed to reach for the remote and cranked the volume up, assuring him that this was to see the show on a bigger display. Loki licked his palm, took a few little whiffs, and simply agreed with the idea. Getting wrapped up in Winston's blanket once more. I rested my head on the headboard while I dug for my phone from underneath my pillow. Loki squeezed his body onto me. “It's beginning. It's beginning.”

Loki appeared to be much more enthused in another homicide investigation. I'm wondering why this is the case.