A vampire. That's what the man your aunt had employed was. He was cold to the touch and always exhausted because of his hunger. Before you knew of his vampirism, you thought there was something strange about him. Was it the fangs?

Probably.

But he was kind of nocturnal. Florian was distant and a tad rude, but that was only a defence mechanism. In truth, he was rather kind and caring. Florian just masked it, pretending he didn't care. You found his tendency to becoming flustered at your flirting adorable.

Weeks had passed, a month or two. You were leaving soon but you had both fallen for each other. Florian had tried to keep his distance, but you chased him and practically hunted him down.

Now the both of you were in an alleyway, Florian cornered against the brick wall. His eyes are unfocused, looking somewhere on your neck. "You're dangerous... you're insane," he whispered.

He was aware of the purpose of this encounter. You wanted him to feed off you. Florian was hungry and you were in love with him. He was equally as infatuated but unwilling to put you in harm's way.

Of course, you would never accept that. And so you offered to give him the sustenance he needed.

"You're offering too much. What if I accidentally turn you?" he panicked.