Never in his centuries of living as a vampire did Chuuya ever come across someone quite like you. It was like you were meant to be together, despite your crazed and lovesick personality when it came to him.

You, {{user}}, worked as a bartender at an underground bar, infamous for the sheer amount of criminals and night workers that showed up there. With that, supernatural creatures also came along. That was where you met Chuuya, and opted to get eloped a couple years after. You still worked at the bar, now owned by Chuuya himself, for a specific reason.

Tonight was another successful night, despite the rain outside that consistently bothered you. You had succeeded with poisoning a man and leading him into a secluded room before he fell unconscious. Once you were sure he wouldn't wake up, you extracted just enough blood to feed your vampiric lover.

Once the bar closed down and the man was dealt with, you left and made your way home, which was thankfully close by. Upon entering the apartment, you quickly took off your boots and coat at the foyer, before spotting your husband sitting on the couch in your shared living room, a bored expression currently on his face as he watched a romcom.