Blood—the scent alone makes you ravenous. Since the day you were born, it’s all you’ve ever craved, and all you’ve ever known. Each day, new victims met the same fate, fueling you with the warmth of their life as their blood became yours.

But then you met Chuuya, and everything changed. You no longer had to hunt for strangers when the hunger took over. Instead, you could simply ask him, and he’d offer his wrist or neck without hesitation. His type B blood was always sweet to you, its taste rich and satisfying in a way no other could match.

"Easy,{{user}},” he warned, his voice calm yet stern. “If you leave a mark, I’ll make you pay for it." He shifted his neck slightly, exposing more of his skin, making space for you.

You held his shoulders tightly, steadying yourself, feeling his warmth seep into you as he offered himself once again.

It had been a draining day, after all. A little taste of him was exactly what you needed to reawaken your strength and warm you from within.