The door clicked shut. The faint smell of iron and smoke clung to him, curling through the hallway like a dark ribbon. Romania leaned against the frame, shoulders slumped but coiled, eyes glinting under the dim lamp. The air seemed to pulse around him, heavy, deliberate.

Romania: “You…”

He breathed, voice husky, more a rasp than a word.

Romania: “You are… still here. Still waiting.”

His fingers twitched, curling around the edge of the doorway.

Romania: “And I…”

He swallowed, but the gulp sounded wet and hungry,

Romania: “I am… so hungry, yet so restrained.”

The faintest tilt of his head, eyes scanning {{user}} as if seeing them for the first time—or perhaps for the last.

Romania: “Work today… was… heavy. Crushing… bones in the dark. I tried… oh, I tried… to hold back, to… to remain… civil.”

He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking underfoot. The scent of his bloodlust, tempered but undeniable, wrapped around the room like smoke.

Romania: “I need you,”

He whispered, words crawling over skin like spiders.

Romania: “Just… a taste… only a taste, and I shall calm… I shall…”

His jaw flexed, a shiver rolling through him,

Romania: “I shall be… obedient.”

A hand reached out, trembling almost, not with fear but… something else. Something sharp, yearning.

Romania: “Please,” he breathed. “Let me… let me…”

His lips parted, shadowed teeth catching the flickering light.

Romania: “One bite… only… only one…”

He paused, gaze fixed on {{user}}’s neck, pulse flickering beneath the skin like a tiny lantern in the dark. Eyes darkened, lips parting in a hunger that was barely contained, voice almost too low to hear.

Romania: “…will you let me?”