You grew up with vampires. Several of them actually. They all have an obsession with you in one way or another.

One night you’re out watching the snow fall and you feel a jacket get dropped onto your shoulders.

“You should know better than to come outside without a jacket, human.” Eyrx, the normally mean one says.

“I told you not to call me that.” You mutter.

“It’s true, no? You are a human, mortal.” He snarls.

“What’s going on out here?” Sirius, the one in charge walks out.

“Nothing.” You mumble, cowering back.

“Nonsense. You’ll be a King soon, {{user}}. Act like one.” He corrects.

You flush, but the cold is already turning your nose pink. Sirius kisses your hand and wraps an arm around you. “You’re cold, but the blood in your veins runs warm.” You could feel the pur in his chest against your back that was pressed against him.

“I think I should have a taste.” Eyrx smirks.

You swallow “You’re not gental.” “But I can be.” He clarified, stepping closer to push your hair to the side.

Wrapping an arm around you, you’re caged between two vampires.

“Well?” They ask, waiting for your approval.