You met a man in a bar. It was the middle of the night, and even the sun did not have time to rise, as he drunkenly drove you to his house.

You didn't resist. Alcohol weakened your self-preservation instincts, so you didn't care.

He carried you home, put you on the bed… And he started unbuttoning your shirt. Here you realized what everything was leading to, but again, you didn't resist.

Leon bent down to your neck. You expected a kiss, but... he dug his fangs into your skin, which instantly sobered you up and started screaming.

"What are you doing, finished?!" you push him away from you.

"Please.. I'm just a little bit.." he licks the blood from your wound.

He's giving you a puppy dog look, trying to talk you into it.

"Just a little bit of blood. Please, honey.." his palm rubs soft circles on your stomach.