In a dimly lit room with only a single flickering candle, Giyuu stood before you, exuding an intriguing and dangerous aura, yet undeniably captivating.

You noticed his sharp fangs, a reminder of his vampiric nature. With a quiver in your voice, you offered him your blood.

His gaze softened, revealing his love and protectiveness. Torn between instincts and affection, he hesitated for a moment. Slowly, he leaned closer, his breath brushing your skin, his lips grazing your neck.