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A hairband. 

A thin piece of soft material that felt oh so delicate on your fingertips. You had two guesses as to who this belonged to. 

When you looked up however you were met with the First Blood King looking directly at you. His expression was the same stoic, stone-cold one. 

His eyes travelled down to the hairband before he then stood up towards his feet without a word. As he walked towards the closet a trail of silence trailed behind him. 

You turned to look towards his brother Shin who just chuckled and winked at you.

Or was it a blink?

Since you know...

Let us not think about that right now. 

You trailed behind the elder Founder, your eyes staring down towards the wooden floor that was beginning to look much more interesting. 

When you had entered the closet and the door shut, Kou called from the other side. ''Seven minutes~!'' 

The air was tense and heavy. Not a single word was said for a few seconds. Though those few seconds sounded as if they were literal years. 

However, your eyes averted elsewhere. Specifically, Carla's hand when he had suddenly held it out in front of you. For a split second, you were confused before you realized what he meant. 

You placed the hairband within his gloved hand, your fingers just barely brushing against his own which caused a soft pink to spread across your cheeks. ''Sorry.'' You muttered silently. 

''What exactly does one do when  being chosen to go to the closet?'' The white-haired male queried, arching his eyebrow. That was when you realized.

He had no clue what to do in this situation. Why would he? He is as old as a dinosaur and you were pretty sure they never played this game wherever he was in his childhood. 

Finally, you had gained enough courage to look up towards him. Your E/C eyes fixing onto his golden-coloured ones. ''Well...'' You trailed off. 

''You can do whatever you want really. Talk, keep quiet. It's entirely up to you.'' You gave the older male a faint smile. 

Once again silence had filled the dark closet, bringing nothing but anxiety to your heart. You didn't know what the male was thinking. 

But he was beginning to move closer towards you. 

Inch by inch. 

You found yourself backing up, your eyes filling with worry and confusion at the same time. He was getting closer and the look in his eye showed nothing but malicious intent it seemed. 

''What are you... doing...?'' The hesitant question left your lips with a shaky undertone to it. ''You said I could do whatever I wanted. Right?'' He questioned, stopping right in front of you.

By now your back was against the wall and your form was trembling with a nervous aura. He was right before you, hand resting against the wall beside you. 

''You said it is entirely up to me.''

Carla then stated as he looked down at you with his golden-coloured eyes. His aura had seemed to change and in all honesty, it was concerning you. Especially with how his tone sounded. 

His head lowered and soon his face was only a few centimetres away from your own which caused your breath to hitch. ''I...'' You trailed off. You felt heat rise to your cheeks when he had grasped hold of your chin. 

''That is what you said, is it not?'' He then questioned, his eyes piercing into your own as if he was demanding some sort of answer. 

That was when you slowly nodded your head. After all, those were your exact words to him not so long ago. 

''Very well...'' 

Without another word leaving him, he leaned closer so that his lips brushed against your own. ''If I can do anything...'' He breathed softly. 

''Then I choose this...''

And with that, his lips pressed against your own. The sudden action had left you stunned you weren't expecting the King of Demons to kiss you. Let alone even attempt it. 

His lips felt softer than they looked, it surprised you. But that was not the thing that you were focusing on, no. You were still in shock, your form froze and your eyes open wide.

 Carla parted only a bit so that he could call out his demand. ''Kiss me back mortal...'' He lowered his voice before pressing his lips against your own yet again.

It took a few moments to process what was going on before you allowed yourself to melt against the wall and him. 

Tilting you head up you kissed him back with a sudden love which caused him to crack open an eye in surprise. He would have thought that he was forcing you, but it appeared not. He was glad at that little aspect. 

He tilted his head to the side, the kiss deepening as you both began to lose yourselves into the arising passion. 

However, when he parted this time he lowered his head so that his heated breath fanned against the skin of your beck. ''I wish to mark you.'' He mumbled, his fangs grazing over a suitable spot. 

''Will you grant me what I desire?''

Was his deep voice which caused shivers to shoot up your spine. The mere tone of his voice caused your legs to tremble with excitement for the pain you knew he would grant you with soon. 

''Y-Yes...'' You whispered out, permitting him. ''Good... Just focus on my fangs claiming you...'' He muttered before he slowly allowed himself to bite into the soft skin. 

Your head flicked back and a pleased groan fled his lips once your blood started to flood into his mouth. Some of it dripping down your skin and staining your collarbone as well as your shirt. 

He allowed his fangs to clamp down harder onto your skin so that he blood poured out quicker. This caused your eyes to flutter, especially when he grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them on either side of your head. 

''Carla...!'' You called out in a whisper, lips parting the more he bit and drank from your neck. 

He eventually pulled back but by then your skin was stained with the red liquid, matching his lower lip. 

Blood dripped from his chin and his eyes fixed onto your own once again. ''Give yourself to me.'' He ordered before kissing you once more, this time with a burning passion. 

You allowed your arms to loosely wrap around his neck when he had suddenly lifted you, pressing you further into the wall. Your legs around his waist in less than seconds. As the kiss progressed it got hungrier and desperate.

Your lips moved in sync, your tongues seeming to do the tango whilst both of you kept your eyes shut closed. 

However, when fingertips started creeping up the side of your shirt was when the door opened. 

A loud whistle was heard, undoubtedly Shin who was proud of his brother for initiating such a thing.

Did that stop Carla? Not for the first few seconds. But eventually, he had pulled away. A thin trail of saliva connecting both of your lower lips. 

This caused Laito to let out a laugh. ''Getting all heated there hmm? Do you want more time~?'' Was his suggestive question, a wink leaving his eye as he lightly dipped his fedora. 

Carla slowly set you down, allowing you to go back to the group, but not before muttering to your ear. 

''We'll finish this some other time...''