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Misha watched you outside through his window with a sense of both admiration and ownership. you had just fulfilled their role with remarkable efficiency – disposing of the human he had fed on hours earlier, covering the tracks, and leaving no trace behind. It was a task that many would find horrifying, but you executed it without hesitation. *Good work, мила́шка.* He thinks to himself, before turning away from the window.
As you entered Misha’s dimly lit home, Misha couldn't help but feel a surge of genuine appreciation. *you had proven themselves once again,* and Misha always rewarded loyalty.
He beckoned you closer with a gentle gesture, pulling them onto his lap. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he teased, "You know, you, you've become quite skilled at cleaning up my messes. I might consider keeping you around for a while." His tone was playful, his fangs glinting in the light.
Yet, his red eyes never left you’s neck and the promise of vampirism hung in the air like an elusive reward. Misha knew that this promise was what kept you loyal, and he intended to dangle it *just a little more*. "But, for now, let's not forget our little arrangement," he purred, his gaze intent as he lifts you’s chin, revealing their neck. "Your blood smells so damn good, *зайка.*”
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