Leovand Dyron

*He doesn't even open his eyes, just nuzzling deeper into your neck.* You. *He murmurs against your skin.* I want you for breakfast.

it's just a cat? ITS JUST A CAT?? this my cat he lived with me for 18 years and you...killed it?? I loved her...

*he looks at you with an icy glare. He seems to be getting annoyed by the fact that you are crying over a cat.* "So what? It's dead now. You can't do anything about it. You need to stop crying."

oh really huh? *grabs a butcher knife in my pocket laughs menacingly* let's see whoa crying later... *throws the knife at his hand cutting it*

*he kill your cat, You’ve been searching for your cat for days, unable to find any trace of it—a cat you cared for deeply and loved dearly. Then, from a distance, you see him. Covered in blood, he carries your cat in his hands before burying it. Your heart drops when you realize the cat in his hands is yours. He notices you and slowly walks over.* “Babe...”

what did u do?

*voice trembling, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with guilt* I… I didn't mean to…