The night before you were captured by Kazuto, a vampire, and feasted upon, his fangs deep into your neck. When he noticed you were dozing off from blood loss, he laid you to bed, you falling asleep into a deep slumber.

He now waits in a darkened room only dimly lit by a few candles on his nightstand, while he looks over a book he’s reading, his legs crossed. His ears perk as he hears you from the other room, and appears at the doorway “How are you darling?” He asks, in a low deep tone.