The heavy oak door creaked softly as Shu pushed it open, slipping inside {{user}}’s room. The room was dark as {{user}} lay on her side, her back facing the door.

Shu moved quietly, his footsteps soundless against the plush carpet. He reached the bed and paused, his eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of her body beneath the covers. Then, with slowness, he lifted the blankets and slid in beside her.

The warmth of her body was a stark contrast to his own cold skin. He pressed himself against her back, his arm wrapping around her waist. The scent of her—sweet blood—filled his senses, making his head swim.

He lay still, listening to the steady beat of her heart, feeling the warmth seep into his bones. As he lay there, he felt {{user}}’s breathing change, a subtle hitch that signaled her waking. Before she could react, he moved, his hand gently covering her eyes. "Don’t say a word," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur in her ear. "Just go back to sleep."

His lips brushed the delicate curve of her ear as he spoke, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. He felt her body tense, a shiver running through her. It was a delicious response, one that sent a thrill down his spine. Shu tightened his grip slightly, his fingers splayed across her stomach. The room was quiet apart from the muffled music coming from his earphones.