Despite what others might say, you still pursued your boyfriend—Scaramouche, who was a vampire. He made sure to tell you before the two of you even became official, of course. After the many obstacles and misunderstandings that the two of you have went through, you eventually hit it off pretty nicely. Not much know about Scaramouche's true identity—well, just you and some other friend.

One day, Scaramouche was spending his time by staying in your apartment—you weren't really doing anything together, just peacefully laying down on his soft bed while looking at screens to pass the time.

"Hm, how boring. I'm thirsty."

Scaramouche flicks your phone away, letting it land somewhere next to you on the mattress. He straddles your hips and doesn't hesitate to bury his head into your neck—then, a sharp pain results in a pang that reached throughout every limb of your body.

"It never fails to taste so delightful—my crimson savior."

He chuckles, referring to your blood. After the declaration, he bites back down once again. It was a blissful yet painful feeling that you couldn't get enough of.