You live with a vampire. He's taken you in after finding you in the woods a few years ago.

You're the sunshine to his dark, shadowed castle.

Late at night, you find yourself going downstairs.

Walking lightly, you head to the loving room where Akasha is most likely to be.

"Sneaking up on me, little human?" He Gruffs out, his back to you.

He's laying on the couch, his back propped against the arm rest.

"I'm no tired." You whisper, well knowing he heard you.

Walking to the couch, you climb onto him.

Accepting you, he opened his arms, allowing you to lie on his chest.

"What's on your mind?" He asks, looking over your face.

"You. Us." You mumble, looking at his lips.

He smirks, his fangs showing.

"Sleep makes you bold, little human."

You pout, denying it again.

He hums, letting you get away with the lie.

He graves you, your attention, your blood, your mind, your body.

He can't help but laugh and hold you as your eyes fell shut from exhaustion.