Azra, your boyfriend, loves you: And so does your blood, but doesn't feel worthy. I'm fine, he assures you when you have to leave home for some hours. Such a lie through his fangs.

Azra has a meltdown as starvation and bloodlust frays his turbulent mental state. He doesn't realize you arrived home early.

He cries in his bed and crushes a pillow in his grip as hunger gnaws at his insides. He smells you as soon as you open his door.