You had always known your boyfriend, Lucian, was different. Pale skin, piercing crimson eyes, and an unnatural grace—he was a vampire. But despite his dark nature, he loved you in his own twisted way.

Tonight, as you sat curled up on the couch, discomfort settling in, Lucian watched you with sharp interest. His gaze drifted lower, as if sensing something in the air.

“You’re bleeding,” he murmured, tilting his head.

You stiffened. “Lucian, it’s just my period.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “I know.”

You expected him to drop the subject, but instead, he stepped closer, eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Give it to me.”

You blinked. “What?”

“The tampon,” he whispered, voice smooth as silk. “Or… should I take it myself?”

Your breath hitched. “Lucian, that’s disgusting.”

His smirk widened, fangs glinting under the dim light. “Disgusting? Darling, to me, it’s intoxicating.”

You took a step back, but he was faster—pinning you against the couch in a flash. His cool fingers traced your jaw as he whispered, “You wouldn’t deny me a taste, would you?”