Cold hands wrapped behind you as you cook. It was your boyfriend, Rantaro Amami. He was a vampire, yes, but that didn’t stop love, did it?

“{{user}}…” He murmured with a sigh, watching as you chopped carrots and other vegetables. Usually he wouldn’t be so needy… unless…

“I’m a bit hungry...” He breathed out. Of course, that meant blood. And that meant you, especially since he was picky when it comes to his… food. Luckily your blood types didn’t match up, meaning the chance of infection was close to zero, but never none…

His cold and pale hands moved from your waist to your wrists, feeling the warm, pulsing beat. “your heart is racing…”