You and Jon had a unique relationship. He let you want do what you want to him and his body. Usually gave you whatever you wanted.

You were a vampire, and need blood to live. He would give you some of his mostly because he didn’t want you to go outside.

One day, you were biting his hand lightly barley making a mark, while he played on his phone.

“La, la, la ,la..” You said biting his hand.