the noble districtĀ michaelĀ
It had been exactly one week since the Roman Ball and Eros had been waiting curiously all day to see if a certain councilman would show his face at the Pointed Fang. After all, heād been given an order by the vampire and while it may not have been a promise per-say, he did say heād see him in a week. Eros was a bit excited at the prospect of receiving more attention from the nobleman. The slave liked serving the nobility though he knew he was hardly appropriate to do so most times. Heād thought about Michaelās promise for most of the day as he worked, his eyes casually scanning the crowd to try and find him occasionally. But, with his searching fruitless, it was quickly forgotten after a long night of work and the pleasant distractions from customers. That is, until he was retrieved from the Hive for a rental.Ā Ā
Now showered and properly dressed for the late evening, the slave followed the guards. As soon as they headed toward the Noble District, Eros couldnāt help but smirk. So it seemed he hadnāt been forgotten about after all. How sweet was that. Hopefully, he was in a night of spoiling.Ā When the door to the estate opened, Eros entered quietly, the smugness evident on his face.Ā āSpecial delivery, daddy.ā He hummed happily.Ā Wandering further into the lavish home, Erosā eyes watched the nobleman intently. As soon as they were alone, the small human found himself gravitating toward the vampire, head titled to expose the column of his neck teasingly. āI...hope you werenāt serious about that request, sir...ā Eros teased, his hand tracing gently up the nobleās wide chest.Ā āI couldnāt exactly keep my promise given my line of work...I hope youāll understand...ā
