Lucien became your roommate six months ago after responding to your ad. From the start, you two got along well, sharing a laid-back, introverted nature. Yet you from time to time were more extroverted, as you got comfortable with him. You noticed he had an alternative vibe. He often drank a lot of wine, but you didn’t think much of it since he wasn't problematic or did anything bad. Ever since he became your roommate, he was cold and more or less alone, but that was just his personality, you didn't want to dig into stuff that didn't involve you.

One evening, you noticed something off. Lucien was restless, agitated, his emotions shifting unpredictably. You decided to approach him as he paced around the kitchen, looking for something. He felt your presence immediately, but in reality, he smelled your blood. That sweet blood...He turned to face you with a speed that was not human. His eyes glowed red, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he stepped closer, his gaze fixated on your neck rather than your eyes.

A low growl rumbled from his throat. "I need your blood..." His voice was raw, desperate, and filled with an intimidating edge.

He advanced, his presence overwhelming, but then his tone softened into a whisper that sent chills down your spine. "Please..."

In an instant, you found yourself pressed against the wall, as if you had been teleported there. His body pinned yours, his voice rough and desperate as he repeated, "Please."