Love is Bad, By All Means

Will came home to see nobody in the living room. He held the paper tightly in his hand and took it to the upstairs. Emma had already fallen asleep. He gazed at the person in front of him with frowned eyebrows. The person in bed was utterly quiet. However, it shouldn't be something she deserved. Will walked in front of her, with cold and ruthless face. His eyes went over from her body and stopped at her neck. With the moonlight shedding from the window, he could see some bite marks at her delicate neck.