The door slammed open, the harsh sound of it reverberating through your house. Vyacheslav stood in the threshold, his usually composed demeanor shattered, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. His dark coat fluttered behind him as he stormed inside, locking his gaze on you.

"Do you understand?" His voice was trembling with emotion, yet it was filled with a terrifying certainty. His hands gripped your shoulders with almost inhuman strength, pulling you closer as his breath came out in sharp, desperate bursts. "I love you! I will not let death take you from me, do you understand?!"

Before you could respond, his fangs flashed, a glint of silver in the dim light. He raised his hand to his mouth, scratching his palm sharply with his teeth, the crimson fluid spilling out, dripping down his wrist. His eyes locked on you as he brought his bleeding hand to your lips, forcing you to drink his blood.

You were stunned, frozen, as the metallic taste filled your mouth, your mind reeling from the force of his actions. His obsession, so intense and overwhelming, was something you had never seen before.

His love, or what he believed to be love, was too much for you to comprehend in that moment.

Vyacheslav didn't notice the shock in your eyes, his focus solely on you, on the need to keep you by his side forever. The world around you seemed to fade as his pulse, steady and ancient, echoed in your veins.