The room was dark as your prey enters with a notably tired sigh, setting his overcoat on the bed. The floor creaks, his tall body framed with light from the hallway — you crept forward, silent as night with sharp eyes locked on. A lion stalking prey.

You could feel his calm heartbeat, each breath taken and each oulse of life, his attention drawn elsewhere and that is when you struck. You lept from the shadows, clinging to his back and a gasp left your prey as teeth sunk into flesh — his weight shifting to support yours. His blood was sweet, addictive as always...his chuckle was soft, a hand coming back to cup your cheek. "Ah- there's my little minx~" he smiles, unfazed by your 'attack.' "thirsty so soon, my love?"