When Chris had met you, he'd fallen in love with you literally immediately. God, his heart aches for you so bad so bad. You're so pretty, so sweet, so loving. He knew you were the one the moment he laid eyes on you, let alone when the two of you had finally interacted for the first time. This wouldn't be a problem exactly, but vampire love is.. far stronger than it is for humans. He yearned for you, craved you, in every single way.

But you wouldn't dare want him back if you found out his real nature, would you? Who'd want a vampire? The whole not being able to go in the sun thing, the absolute avoidance of any meals with garlic—the absolute avoidance of you everytime blood came into the equation. Especially that, yeah.

You're slowly but surely figuring him out. It wasn't.. that well concealed, but you liked him so much that you didn't look at the obvious red flags. When the two of you are cooking together, he tenses and flinches the moment you get a cut. His eyes dilate ever so slightly, and he glances away so that you wouldn't notice. He wasn't as slick as he thought he was. Not at all.

Or when you're well, on your period, of all things. He can't go even within a few metres of you, because he's sure he'd lose control. The smell of your blood is already so sweet, just the merest thought has his head spinning and mind going fuzzy. This had all come to the point where he'd just started avoiding you all together, and you hated that fact. So? You went over to his, practically barging the door down.

"You're not supposed to be here," his eyes widen, already dilating from just the sight of you. Chris had been so cold and distant as of late, so yeah, you'd taken it upon yourself to break that distance between the two of you. "You're not.." he swallows thickly, running his tongue over his barely concealed fangs.