Chapter 3
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They maintained a loving façade in public while living separate lives behind closed doors.
They'd seen enough cases of people keeping vampires to be unsurprised by it.
So after hearing about the fight club incident, they just gave me a few reminders to be more discreet.
When I returned that evening, Mrs. Hudson said Dominic hadn't even had a cup of tea before leaving again in the rain.
"Did he say anything?"
"Nothing, Miss." Mrs. Hudson shook her head.
I didn't dwell on it and went straight upstairs.
The study was wrapped in silence.
Sebastian sat there in a simple black sweater, pale, slender fingers wrapped around a wine glass.
The liquid inside was deep red.
As I approached, I caught the faint scent of iron.
My blood.
His eyes never left the laptop screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard with intense focus.
I tiptoed in, planning to startle him.
In an instant, he tilted his head, catching me red-handed.
"I heard your heartbeat." He explained, lips curving into a slight smile.
A vampire's hearing was terrifyingly acute.
I froze mid-step.
Our eyes met.
I took the offensive. "Why didn't you play along?"
He considered, then surrendered. "Alright."
I continued my stealthy approach until I stood behind him.
"Sebastian!"
He cooperated perfectly with an "Ah!" and even asked, "When did you get back? I didn't hear the car."
My eyes crinkled with delight as I dropped the box I'd been carrying into his lap. "Well done. Here's your prize."
"What is it?"
"A new suit. Go try it on for me."
Nearly every piece of clothing in Sebastian's wardrobe had been purchased by me.
That face of his—pale as marble sculpture yet refined as art—looked good in anything.
This dress-up game never got old.
Minutes later, he emerged from the dressing room.
A pristine black three-piece suit, crisp white shirt, silver cufflinks catching the light.
Tall and lean, understated yet undeniably elegant.
That pale skin looked even more striking against the black, like a nobleman stepped out of a medieval painting.
"Sebastian! Black really suits you!"
My eyes sparkled as I handed him the silver tie clip from the table.
He accepted it, turning toward the mirror.
The mirror revealed nothing.
He could only gauge by my reaction.
"How does it look?" he asked, turning to face me.
"Perfect!" I flashed a thumbs up. "You're meeting investors in two days. Your game is incredible, you're incredibly handsome—you'll definitely close the deal!"
He turned back to the mirror and, despite seeing nothing, meticulously adjusted the tie clip's position.
Then he looked at me, my face full of joy, and his lips curved into a smile. "Alright."
"Any plans after your investor meeting?"
"Just a developer meetup," he said, then added, "But I can cancel."
"Come to the underground fights with me. I haven't been in ages."
Without further explanation needed, he nodded.
He was always like this—whatever I asked, he'd answer; whatever I suggested, he'd agree.
I once asked him why.
With complete seriousness, he'd replied, "It's my duty as your Blood Servant."
Back then, I hadn't grasped the term's significance.
Later, Lillian explained it was a vampire's most reverent term for their blood provider.
Blood Servant.
Not master and servant, but... companion.
