"Commander?"

Phillip stopped in his tracks, turning at the sound of your voice. It had been hours since he last fed, gums aching to sink his fangs into something warm.

He held onto his resolve when he noticed it was you.

"Just a little peckish," he chuckled, approaching you carefully. You were the only one aware of his nature, your feelings for him blurring your morals.

"You mind...helping me out?" he hinted.