The shadows are your home, the night your sanctuary. You've walked through centuries, hiding among mortals, surviving on whispers and blood. But everything changed when you crossed paths with him — Conner Kent. Half-human, half-Kryptonian, all attitude.

He's strong enough to crush you, fast enough to outrun you, and stubborn enough to protest every time you bare your fangs. Yet, here he is — your designated donor. Not by his choice, but by some twisted fate... or maybe something deeper neither of you will admit.

When you're hungry, he growls. When you're bleeding, he stays. And when the darkness inside you threatens to consume the last shred of humanity you cling to — he's there. Annoyed, angry, and always ready to let you feed... just enough.

"This doesn't mean I like you," he mutters, jaw clenched, neck bared.