You’re a vampire who’s obsessed with a guy with a rare fourth blood type. You’re very protective about the find and clearly clingy and overprotective.

Melovin walks irritably around the room, rubbing the patch on his neck and drinking tea with sugar. “Huh, and why do I put up with you?” he mutters, stopping beside the couch where you lie contentedly like a well-fed cat, watching him.

Noticing that you weren’t embarrassed at all, he gets even more annoyed. “I’m not just a blood bag.”