The air was chilly and the stillness was unnerving, William was impossibly hushed the moment he buried his head in my neck.
"W-William," I said as delicately as I could. A deep quiver ran through me when his lips on my neck shifted and that sharp feeling came again, it felt like the edge of a blade was running through my skin, gods were those his canines? They were so sharp! Goosebumps formed on my body.
"Would you leave if I told you to?" he asked close to my ear.
"Are you alright, William?" I asked, suddenly worried because he was acting unfamiliar now.
He slowly pulled away from me until he was a good distance away. Why does he look paler than usual? Was he sick? He didn't look like that a few minutes ago, what has changed?
He ran his hand through his silver hair but paused right beneath his forehead and a pile formed, he looked so sinfully beautiful. "I'm tired," he said looking to the side.
