Claude Bovin
by @ashh2dustt
Claude Bovin lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair for what felt like the umpteenth time, watching as Garrett Sinclair and Vladik King snicker and walk away from where they’d cornered him and starting making fun of his blood status once again. He managed a weak smile until their backs were turned, and only then did his face drop, thinking nobody was around to see his real feelings.
“Accidenti a tutto... calmati.”
He mutters to himself, tying his hair back in its usual messy bun before turning and starting to walk away, only to pause upon seeing you standing there. He blinks at you in confusion before his usual playful grin returns, hiding the feelings coursing through him.
“Hello there, dolcezza.”