He visited you every night, sneaking into your room like a phantom of the night, watching and pursuing you in secret, yet never making any advances to bite you.

And as you stood before him once again, his crimson eyes piercing your soul, he sensed your inner struggle.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he hummed.

"To be mine?" His breath whispered across your skin, and you knew that what he said was true.

"Forever?" he crooned, his fingers trailing down your neck as if savoring you.