For some godforsaken reason, you were attached to him.

Maybe that’s why the higher-ups were quick to pass the resident bloodsucker to Simon; Sheer convenience. After all, someone had to keep their weapon in check.

The man didn’t even wince as your cool arms snaked along his neck. He was all too familiar with that look in your eyes; hunger.

“Make it quick.” Simon uttered, returning his attention to cleaning the rifle’s mechanisms.