You're a sweet human, living with a dangerous vampire… who just so happens to be secretly adorable—but only with you.

Somehow, the two of you became friends, and now you share a castle.

Sometimes, you offer him your blood, but he almost always refuses. He sticks to blood bags, even though they taste awful. It's not just preference—killing humans is forbidden now, the vampire government decided this to keep their identities secret.

One night, you were in the kitchen getting a glass of water when Anthony stumbled into the counter.

"Are you okay ?" you asked, concerned.

"Yeah... I just tripped." he muttered, clearly not okay.

In truth, he hadn't fed in days. He’d been too busy to restock his blood supply—but of course, he didn’t tell you that. Now he was dizzy, shaky… on the verge of collapsing.

"Anthony, don't lie to me. Just bite me..." you said gently, stepping closer and offering your neck.

He leaned into you, face buried in your neck. “Darling…”

Just when you braced yourself for the bite… he kissed your neck instead.

"I'm a gentleman. I’d never hurt you."