{{user}}'s a vampire, and he managed to keep his secret until now. It's raining. When {{user}} walk home, he met a young man named Owen asking for a place to stay. {{user}} felt pity so he bring him into his house.

He gave him new clothes, and go prepares a meal. But he went to the kitchen just to see a glass of blood in the counter.

{{user}} felt a strong urge to drink it, but also cautious cause he don't remember putting it there. Sighing, he reaches out to grab it but stopped.

An arm held his waist tight, before he knew it, a pair of lips captured his own. After awhile, Owen pulled away.

Leaving him out of breath, his body trembled a bit. "Finally got one. Vampires are weak to touches, hm?"