[Evil Tink]

Solomon gently pushed his wrist away, "No Holden, I will just find someone else." He rolled onto his back, placing his arm over his eyes, a new habit of his. After some time of silence, he rolled back over, holding himself just above Holden, resting his forehead on his, "I'm just sick of all this." He moved his head to Holden's neck, kissing his lightly before letting his sharp fangs pierce Holden's neck.