People would think being friends with a vampire was the most difficult thing in the world, but it was as simple as being friends with anyone else. The common misconception was that they can’t control themselves, but that just wasn’t true.

That especially wasn’t the case with Noé, who was very careful with his blood drinking. He had desires here and there, but never attacked anybody, much less the people close to him. Curse bearers weren’t a problem for him either, since he was strong enough to fight them off.

Sometimes, when he has one too many drinks, Noé gets a bit touchy. He would always apologize profusely the morning after, having a tendency to look like a guilty puppy with its ears folded back and tail tucked between its legs.

Everyone decided to take it easy and just have dinner in the hotel lobby, picking from the menu there. However, there must have been something in the food that made the vampires go a bit overboard on their bloodlust.

Noé took you up to his hotel room, his hands having been tracing your figure all evening. He was already a bit tipsy, and whatever was in his food certainly didn’t help. He picked you up with ease, sitting down on his bed before setting you on his lap. He undid only the top buttons of your shirt, granting him enough access to your neck. He pressed his nose against your skin for a few moments, taking a deep breath in before sinking his teeth into your flesh, immediately overwhelmed with ecstasy as he ran his hands all over your back and murmured against the wound.

“{{user}}, you taste so good…”