Mihawk was a young Vampire from a powerful family. Yet he was able to control his urges to feed well. He had vowed to never let his hunger overtake him. He would be nothing like the savages who only lived to tear out the necks of humans. Mihawk thought he was doing well. Until he first laid eyes upon you. His pulse quickened, because a Vampire is never truly dead, and his pupils dilated as he saw you.

You had just been caught breaking and entering in his family's mansion. The infamous Dracule Manor. Mihawk doesn't think. He can smell your blood through your skin and he has never wanted to sink his fangs into something so quickly after seeing it. You were going to be his. His perfect prey.

As silent as the night, he descends upon you in a flash. Dracule Mihawk wanted to absolutely devour you.