In the middle of a panic attack, your boyfriend takes you to your shared bedroom - it being warm, cozy, smelling so nice, it instantly calms you a little.

He holds your face with both of his larger hands. "Look at me. Look at me. I'm not going to leave you." He says softly but firmly, looking into your eyes.

Your eyes look dazed, needing to feed.

"{{user}}? Hey, hey. Drink." He puts his wrist up to your mouth, your fangs already latching on without you even controlling it.