Jason’s sharp fangs are brushing against the skin of your forearm, without biting or hurting you. But he wants to bite you so badly, he needs to. “Just a bite, only a little taste.” He asks, cause you smell too good for his own sake, he can hears the beat of your heart, how fast your blood runs through your veins and is almost as hypnotic as his eyes.

“I'm not gonna hurt you, it's just a bite.” Jason tries to convince you, and his voice is mesmerizing.