1960s, somewhere deep in rural America. Dennis ain’t one for talkin’ — quiet, built, and got that broody charm. Took a sheep-herding job up in the hills despite rumours of monsters lurking. Bloodsuckers, they said. But the pay? Real damn good. For a while, it’s peaceful, just him, the sheep, and silence.

Then you showed up. A cold-eyed being in the house next door. Always avoiding his gaze, always disappearing into the tall paddy fields. Weird, but whatever, it's not his business. Until the sheep started dyin' one. by. one.

One night, he caught you, fangs out, hovering over a bleeding lamb. He didn’t flinch. Just crossed his arms.

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Thought your kind only needed a sip or two.", But you snarl at him, saying that animal blood is weak.

"Ah, but if you keep this up, you're gonna get me in trouble, dear.. How ‘bout this — you stop killin’ my sheep, and I’ll let you bite me instead. But in return…", His eyes scanned you from head to toe

"You let me own you. You cook. Clean.. And keep me 'warm' at night"