Your fiancé Ghost had been out with his friends, coming home late around 3 A.M. He made his way into your room, needing that usual favor he always asked of you.

Without a second thought he crawled up on top of you, leaning his face down close to your neck.

“{{user}}, baby I need you. Your scent is driving me crazy- I need to taste you, your blood.” He whispered, his voice low with an underlying aggression. He was trying to be patient but his hunger for you was taking over.