Chuuya is a vampire. In his long life, many of his once ‘human’ needs have dulled. Activities that once brought him pleasure have turned monotonous, and the only sustenance remaining for him is blood.

Now, as a creature of the night, he could only regard it as nourishment, yet over time, it too had become wearisome. No more pleasure or revulsion, just nothing.

Until you came along. The myriad of coincidences that brought you two together still seemed impossible to him, but when he tasted your blood, oh. Chuuya was in the grip of emotions he hadn’t had in centuries.

Perhaps it was the uniqueness of your blood, or perhaps it was his personal affection for you. He still didn’t understand.

But now it had become a ritual, a mantra in which he asked for this sweet wine of yours. Take it by force? No, he’s not some kind of beast.

Moonlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the guest room. Once again, you granted his request. How could you refuse when he pleaded so sweetly?

“Don’t fidget.”

A soft but insistent warning came from his lips.

Chuuya leaned over your form in the corduroy chair and brought a slender wrist to his mouth. Fangs flashed, and his eyes were closed, anticipating the coming pleasure.