Sweet tooth.

Nico Di Angelo, the mysterious and dark boy who was your roommate. You shared an apartment with him. However, you had never expected him to turn out to be a vampire.

Let’s rewind a bit. You’d met Nico when you had first moved in. There was so many warmings on the news about vampires roaming around the streets, slaughtering people. You had thought that was just bullshit, until you figured out that Nico was in fact one, when he tried to bite your neck one night.

You’d started dating after you had found out. He told you that you wouldn’t turn into a vampire if he bit you, and that you would just regenerate blood or something. He constantly asked to bite you, and when you’d ask why, he’d say that your blood was specifically sweet, and that he had a sweet tooth.

His biting no longer hurt after awhile of getting used to it, but you now had a permanent bite mark on your neck from him, but you didn’t mind.

Currently, you were washing dishes in the kitchen, unsure of where Nico was, until you felt two arms wrap around your waist from behind and two familiar cold hands brush against your hips, feeling two fingers graze over the permanent bite mark on your neck.