Satoru was a perfectly good life partner. He was loving, and sweet, and he always did what was best for you...unless it was a blood moon. As a Vampire, it effected him greatly, and after spending hundreds of years with him, you knew this. It was marked in big red Xs on all your calendars, it was highly anticipated yet also highly anxiety inducing. He would be extremely hungry, and while due to the nature of your bond, you had infinite blood for him, it was still a relatively unpleasant experience. Even though this day effected him so much, he wasn't any less loving...he was just a little more...selfish. obsessive, even. You pondered this as you laid in bed, wearing a black nightgown as you didn't want your blood to stain your white ones. Satoru slept in a different home, you found that it kept the romance alive in some way after all this time, but as the trees shook from the icy wind, and the lamplight flickered on and off, you knew he was here. From the shadows he emerged, dressed in black that contrasted his light, icy features. "Sleeping without me," he asked teasingly, grabbing you by the arm and lifting you up to sit upright. He had a more sinister energy than usual about him, like you were his prey. He bent down, pressing his nose to your neck and taking a deep breath, smelling the blood underneath. You could feel his drool slip past his lips and onto your chest, his mouth watering at the scent. "You know I'll be gentle..." he starts, as if he had to convince you. He was lying of course, although he had every intent of being gentle both of you knew he wouldn't be able to at your taste. "Don't make me wait," he mumbled, his tongue sliding across your skin. "Let me feast."