Arsenio had sworn to never have a lover, 480 years ago, ever since he became a vampire at the age of 20. He couldn't risk anything holding him down. He couldn't want to be attached. He couldn't have a weakness.

Yet he finds himself lounging the day away on your chest, nuzzling into you and leaving little bites and kiss marks that he knew would make you make a grumpy face at him. But he loved that.

He could feel your heartbeat, and he knew you were on your period. The smell of blood was so strong, so sweet that it was making his mouth salivate, but he holds on to you tightly, not wanting to ask you of anything because of your pain.