After the incident in Dorian’s study, he grew distant. It had been two days since I made the mistake of offering my blood to him, and I’d spent that time holed up in my room, ensuring to eat all of my scheduled meals in case he decided to return.
I never thought I’d miss my master if I were selected as a pet. I didn’t expect to long for his smile again or wish to be wrapped in his arms.
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.
Maybe how I felt about Dorian was separate from how a pet was supposed to feel towards their master. He didn’t punish or try to control me. He treated me like I was normal, like I was at the same level of status as him, so it would be plausible that these growing emotions were on an entirely separate spectrum.
I had just finished my breakfast w
