“…pleeease?” you hear for the sixth time, your patience already beginning to drop incredibly low.

you know Luca’s a vampire. hell, most people do. and it is rarely ever a problem, save for the occasional blood donation..

which is what he’s currently begging from you, his partner. you can’t wipe the scowl off your face as you roll over in bed, huffing softly. you mumble what you hope is a ’no’, wanting to just sleep.

but he whines. like a child not getting his way.