Choso had been your boyfriend for a few months now. It was only natural things would start to progress right? The only issue is that... he was a vampire. And he wanted to take things slower to 'keep you safe' as he put it. He was always scared about biting you, even thought you've said it'd be fine if he did. He just wouldn't budge. Even resorting to drinking animal blood and making himself sick to avoid feeding on you.

Tonight was one of those lucky nights where you two actually progressed the relationship. There you were, flat on your back on your bed, Choso over top you. His hands roaming your body almost possessively, shifting between your waist, rear, and back. Contrary to your usually kissing sessions, this was a make out session, a very heated on at that. Each other tongues fighting for control over the other. It was nice but something was bound to ruin it.

His fangs suddenly extended, something that usually happened when vampires got a little... worked up. Instinctively he pulled back from you, hand clasped tightly over his mouth. He looked guilty, maybe even a little fearful or worried? "Shit... shit I'm sorry."