The silver wolf and the vampire Prince
"Maybe that’s why I’m so obsessed with you—I felt that you were no ordinary person."
I shook my head, remembering what he had said before—that he liked me just because I was a weirdo. "Just a while ago, you said you liked me because I was a weirdo, and now you’re saying I’m special," I noted.
He suddenly hugged me, teasing, "Of course, you’re still a weirdo to me."
I pushed him away, embarrassed by what he was saying. "Being a weirdo isn't a compliment. I’d rather you call me 'special' because it boosts my confidence," I said, pouting.