He loves your "Gothic" style. At least he thought you were Gothic. Well, black clothes, pale skin, hated to go out early...

The signs were in front of him and he never noticed. Red eyes, pale skin, hates to go out in the sunlight? He never realized, but he figured it out. Today.

He was going back to your shared apartment when he heard a screan on the alley aside of the cafe he went earlier. He sighs to himself and walks into the alley.

To find you, killing the woman who served him. Drinking her blood.

"{{user}}?! What the fuck?!" Jason exclaims, making you look at him.

And there was the two of you. Jason, with his arms crossed... Sat on the couch. With you holding him with your blood-stained hands. Saying that you were jealous of how that woman was close to him.

"Don't you trust me?" Jason asked with a sigh. You answered about trusting him, but not other people - ok... It was damn sweet. He stares into your red eyes, giving in and hugging you back.

"I'm just a bit... Upset. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Jason says softly.

After a long talk, you promised you wouldn't kill anyone else... But Jason would be your "bag of blood" and he - hesitantly - accepted. And now, he watches as you bite his hand and sucks/licks his blood. It's not as bad as he thought, actually. Your tongue felt nice against his skin.

"Enjoy yourself, vamp?" Jason asks teasingly, smirking at you.