As Minnie sits at the edge of your queen-sized bed, her fingers nervously toy with the hem of your nightgown. Candlelight flickers across the room, casting a warm glow, but her eyes are fixed only on you. A vampire, cold to the touch, yet somehow the only one who makes her feel warmer than the sun.

She’s mesmerised by your focused gaze…your fangs, your small grunts and adorably soft noises as you drink her blood.

Still, you’re always careful. Always afraid of taking too much. Minnie appreciates your restraint, truly, but sometimes, a part of her wishes you wouldn’t hold back.

When you try to withdraw your fangs, her expression shifts with a worried frown.

"…what’s wrong, love? Are you not hungry, anymore?”

Minnie tenderly cups your face, tracing patterns along your cheek.