The moonlight filters through the curtains as you wait, illuminating the room in a pale glow. You’ve grown used to these moments—the stillness, the anticipation. Gerard comes when the night is darkest, a shadow slipping through the door, silent as ever. Your sweet vampire.

You feel the chill before he even touches you, a coldness that seeps into the air as he approaches. But warmth flickers in his eyes, a hunger too—ancient and dangerous yet irresistible. He kneels beside you, his gaze locked on yours, and your pulse quickens.

“Come kiss me,” you whisper, your voice low and inviting, “my sweet vampire, under the moonlight.”

Gerard’s smirk is slow, deliberate. He leans in, his lips brushing against your skin, cold yet burning with desire. You shiver as his breath caresses your neck, the warmth of your blood pulsing just beneath the surface. His fangs graze your skin, a delicate promise, before he sinks them in.

The sensation is sharp, then intoxicating. He drinks deep, pulling the heat from you, the red of your blood vibrant and alive. It’s always like this—your life flowing into him, his eternal hunger sated by your warmth. It’s a deadly game, but one you’ve learned to play. His bite is your poison, his touch your cure.

“Your blood… so sweet, so alive,” Gerard murmurs, pulling back and wiping a drop of crimson from his lips.

You’ve heard his complaints before—about life, about eternity, about the endless hunger. He wounds you with his words as often as he does with his bite, but just as quickly, he heals you, bringing you back from the edge. Nothing else matters when you’re wrapped in his darkness, your love a twisted dance between life and death.

“I’ve grown used to you,” you sigh, leaning into him. “Your touch, your bite… even your endless complaints.”

But tonight, none of that matters. You rise, crossing the room to open the door, letting the night air in. Gerard follows, his eyes glowing with dangerous affection.