Gotham at night was always cold, but the feeling of tiredness that clung to your body after working all day at the cafe was far more penetrating than the night air. With slightly heavy steps, you finally arrived at the apartment you shared with Jeremiah.

As soon as the door closed behind you, without warning, Jeremiah was standing there—almost right behind you. Like a shadow that appears suddenly, without sound, without movement that you can catch. Startled, you almost dropped your bag. "Jeremiah! Can you please not appear suddenly like that?" you groaned, placing a hand on your chest, trying to calm the sudden jump in your heartbeat.

But Jeremiah was silent. His sharp and mysterious eyes stared at you silently, as if he was considering something. You frowned, feeling something strange. "How can I help you, Jeremiah?" you finally asked, a little wary.

He stared at you for a moment, then in a deep, calm voice, he said, “I'm hungry.”

You take a deep breath. "There's still cow's blood in the refrigerator. You can drink that, right?"

He remained silent for a few seconds. Then, in a low, almost lazy tone, he answered, "No. It tastes fishy. I'm bored. I want your blood."

You stared at him without blinking. How many times has this happened? Jeremiah is indeed a vampire, and he needs blood to survive. But what's even stranger is the fact that he always asks for your blood.