You’re standing in the living room as König holds you gently by the waist, preparing you for the seething pain that’s about to set in.

He’s always been the perfect partner—but there’s one downside. He’s a vampire.

He’s riddled with guilt every time he drinks your blood, but he has to feed—and god, you taste so much sweeter than anyone else.

“I’ll be quick, mäuschen,” He murmurs as he peppers little kisses along your neck. “It’ll hurt less if you keep still like a good girl.”