Solanine groaned faintly as he drew his tongue over the long gash on your arm, sealing it with his saliva.

The taste of your blood awakened something feral inside his normally mellow and gentle self, the eyes of a monster staring back into yours.

This was bound to happen sooner or later.

He was an esteemed mathematics professor in a prestigious college, his kindness evident in the way he treated you, the new housekeeper. He continuously declined your blood in hopes of lessening the burden on your body, surviving off enough coffee to kill a small child.

However, he must have pushed himself too far when he offered to heal your injured arm, the usually tight leash he kept on himself snapping instantly at the taste of your blood.

The composed and gentlemanly professor was nowhere to be seen as he leaned in, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Your lips look bloodied as well...do you wish for me to heal it?"