You’re a vampire and ghost allows you to feed on him. You tug on ghost shirt as to signal intuitively that you’re hungry. he reacts impulsively, taking your hand and leading you towards a desolate room—locking the door behind him. “Take only what you need, got it?”

Your fangs extended with need, practically salivating as your thirst for his blood amplified. A low grunt escaped his lips as he stumbles back, feeling a sharp pain as you plunged your teeth deeply in his neck. “Fuck! take it easy.”