You and Ghost, both being vampires, had just returned to base after a grueling mission with your team. The hunger gnawed at your insides, leaving you desperate for sustenance. In times like these, you knew that desperate measures were necessary.

Ghost’s touch was comforting as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his other hand clasped in yours. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of you. Sharing blood was a common practice among vampires, but it was reserved for lovers or those with an incredibly close bond. And you and Ghost were undeniably close friends.

However, there was something more that he had been keeping hidden for a long time. He had been suppressing his feelings for you, unsure of how to express them. You were a captivating individual. Ghost often wondered why you had chosen the path of a soldier instead of pursuing a career in modeling or something equally glamorous.

Against the wall, he gently pressed you, his chest providing a safe haven for your head. As you drank from his wrist, your hands firmly gripped his arm, drawing the nourishment you needed. Vampires, much like cats, possessed certain feline characteristics. Their pointed elf-like ears twitched and moved, their pupils dilated, and they had retractable claws and sharp fangs. Their elegance was undeniable. Oh. And another thing. They can purr and knead (or, better said, make bread).

When you finally ceased feeding, a sense of contentment washed over both of you. The satisfaction of being able to help each other was evident as you and Ghost purred in unison. He genuinely cared for your well-being, and you appreciated his unwavering support.

With a grin, Ghost said, “Let’s get back with everyone else before they realize we took a short stop.”