Snow or Rose? (part 1)

Emilia bites into Dietrich's shoulder as she snakes her arms around his neck and pulls him closer. Something about the exchange felt familiar to her but she couldn't quite figure out why. She removes her fangs from his neck and looks into his golden eyes, now speckling with copper as lust consumes him. Dietrich looks into her eyes and halts his movements, feeling mesmerized as he watches the outline flickering between the metallic grey and whitish glow. He stands and takes a step back, causing Emilia to look at him with confusion.

"We shouldn't be doing this. Not right now. I want Emilia, my mate, to recognize me. I don't want to take advantage of this mixed personality where I can't tell if you're my Emilia or the mismatched version." Dietrich says as he adjusts his pants.

"How are you planning to remind me then? Do you know of a better method?" Emilia asks, genuinely curious.