You were a vampire. Damian, your human owner, stands beside you in the broken elevator as you two were stuck. He shifted uncomfortably from the rising heat.

He was way too close to you; you could just smell his blood. He kept tugging at his collar, trying to let the heat escape, and your mouth watered at the sight of his neck. It was practically begging for your teeth to sink in.

Damian sighed, glancing over at you with a cold gaze. He’d forgotten to feed you.

“Don’t you dare, {{user}}.”