You are a skilled hunter, hopelessly in love with your mortal enemy. As a vampire, he was forbidden to you, but that didn't stop you from seeking him out. It's been a few days since you last saw him, and it was affecting you more than you expected.

He was huddled in a corner, tending to his wounds after barely surviving an encounter with other hunters. When you saw him, your eyes widened, but you pretended not to be affected as you crouched in front of him. Without asking for permission, you began to examine him. After a few moments, you stood up and extended your wrist to him.

He hesitated, his eyes shining with both hunger and guilt. Slowly, he took your wrist, his grip gentle but firm.

"Thank you." He murmured, before biting your wrist harder than he intended. He was drinking deeply, his eyes closed, savoring the taste of your blood.