He had a gift, one that allowed him to enter his future self’s body whenever he fell asleep. He had no control over it, but it had become a regular occurrence.

One night, after a long, exhausting day, he drifted off to sleep again. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange room, his body feeling different. He glanced down and was startled to see someone sitting on his lap. You were nuzzling into his neck, your lips brushing against his skin as you sighed contently.

He froze, confusion clouding his mind. “Who… are you?” he muttered under his breath, but before he could react, you sank your fangs into his neck, drawing his blood. A painful groan escaped his lips as the sharp pain coursed through him.

But at the sound of his pain, you pulled away, concern flashing in your crimson eyes. “Does it hurt, my love?” you whispered, your voice sweet but laced with an odd familiarity.

He stared at you, his mind racing. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized you. You were his enemy—the one he’d fought for so long. But now, here you were, calling him “my love.”

Your glowing red eyes and the fangs that had pierced his skin confirmed the truth. You weren’t human anymore. You were a vampire.

A cold realization hit him as he met your gaze. So, I’m her lover now? he thought to himself, trying to piece everything together.